You decide that to run would be to get caught, so it would be best to simply follow along with the two men to see what they want. They eventually lead you to a door that simply says 'Private' on it, and you all pass through. Jo is still looking pale, and you wonder if she's ever been in trouble before. A pang of guilt hits you for convincing her to do this.
You are taken into a room marked 'Camera Room'. The room you enter is filled with TV monitors, and two men, wearing the same burgundy suits as Mark are staring idly at them. As they see Sean enter, they sit up and look busy, but Sean ignores them and passes through to another room at the back, containing only a table, three chairs, a TV and a VCR. Sean pulls off his jacket and throws it across the back of his chair and loosens his tie. His sleeves are already rolled up. He stands on one side of the table, beckons you both to sit on the other side and then leans on the desk, facing you. Mark stands by the door. You try to resist a smile at this dodgy 70's TV cop interrogation routine.
Sean pushes a video into the machine, then plunges straight on with the explanation. "We've been watching you far a little while. Our boys noticed something odd was going on over by the changing rooms you were at when they saw you enter Jo's changing room, ."
Sean plays the tape, and a grainy image of yourself from overhead is standing there. "It seemed a little odd that one second you were standing as if waiting, and the next you were walkng into a changing room with no items." As he says this, so you do exactly that on screen. "We decided to keep an eye on you, and it's just as well we did, because what happened just two minutes later? Jo exits with you, and there was not a single item of stock to be seen!
"We rewound the tapes, just to check that you entered with items," says Sean, rewinding as he does so, "and sure enough, there you are, with several items of lingerie in hand. That's when we decided to pull you in.
"The question is, where is the lingerie now? Not in the changing room, we checked, and you aren't carrying any bags big enough to fit THOSE shoes in as well." He points to Jo's feet under the desk, and Jo recoils a little. "So that leaves only one place. Strip, Mrs Henderson."
Jo looks aghast, shocked by the sudden request. "I would suggest you do it Mrs Henderson, or I will be forced to call the police, and then things will get really complicated," says Sean, sternly. Jo looks at you, but all you can do is shrug, so she nervously stands up.
Jo stands up. She slides out of her suit jacket, revealing the freshly shoplifted bra, and you notice Mark has come round to the front of Jo to get a better look. Jo reaches round to unzip her skirt at the back, and lets it fall to the ground. Sean can't take her eyes of Jo's legs as she steps out of her skirt and stands in front of the three of you in only a bra, thong, stockings and suspenders and the strappy stilletos. Jo still looks nervous, but can't resist a small smile at the looks of the three of you as you stare transfixed.
"That's the stolen goods, alright," says Sean, breaking the trance. "Now, how to deal with this situation...." |