I’m sure it’ll become apparent.” She nodded at the tape stuck shower to Trevor’s hand. “I probably need that.” Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red mark on her face that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden panties and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another deep breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store. A bell jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The store was empty for now and the clerk did a double take as she stumbled in unsteady on her heels and rushed out from behind the counter. “Holy crap, are you ok?” he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a bunch of sticky fluids on her face and chest. He was a short statured guy of vaguely indian asian appearance, and Tegan found it hard to pick his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her head back to try to draw his attention to the note Sam had stuck into her collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it free, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice. “I need a copy of today’s paper, please do not touch me.’ Is this right?” He queried her. Tegan just nodded, she was honestly surprised Sam didn’t try to include anything else, considering how much she titlicking had confused the discussion around her boundaries. The clerk took a copy of one of the fresh newspapers off the stack bigtits and thrust it in her hands, glancing through the window. She realised he could probably see Trevor across the street and assumed amateur he was the one that sent her in here. “Tell your friend I don’t want to see you in here like this again. Don’t involve me in your weird realamateur fucking games.” He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She’d gotten so accustomed to being a sex object that she didn’t know quite how to react, but she definitely felt pangs of shame and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her like every other man she’d encountered over the last couple of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to exit back out onto the street, blinking back tears. The sun was almost clear of the horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange glow. She could hear the distant traffic picking up in volume as more people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday – fewer people going to work and getting up early. Of course she wasn’t going to waste more time attracting attention. After the clerk’s reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlights appeared further up. 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