"I'm going to have to ask you to come with me," says a woman you've never seen before. More importantly, a woman wearing a security guard's uniform.
"But... It's okay, really..." you try to say, meaning to explain that the bikini she must be seeing was a gift.
Her eyes harden, though you could swear there's a glint of excitement in them, and she steps forward, taking an overly firm hold of your arm as she drags you toward the back. Stumbling alongside her you realize how large she is, and you stumble over your words.
"I just... My husband, he... I was just..."
"Save it," she orders, and your mouth slams shut. "In here," she says, and pushes you into the little cubby the security officers use. Looking around quickly you see no one else, just the shabby furniture you've never really noticed before. You've never been one to talk to security before, except to talk a bit about football with Barney.
"I..."
"I said quiet!" she barks, glaring fiercely at you. "You think I'm blind? I can see that bikini you're wearing right through your top. Wearing the merchandise out of the store is kindergarten crap, and what makes it even stupider is that it shows clearly through that top."
Your eyes and hers fasten on your top, and your hands rise automatically to shield yourself from her gaze.
"Hands down," she growls, and your tiny hands drop automatically. "Time to document this," she mutters, and pulls a camera from a drawer.
"What..."
"Christ you're stupid. You don't know how to take orders? You're going to have to lose the top and skirt. And then the bikini." Raising the camera she snaps off a picture of you still fully dressed, the flash blinding you as several more follow |