(Almost) At the Cafe

Despite the fact she feels so faint, Charlotte continues down the street finally reaching the cafe in question. It's a small place, mostly outdoors with little shade umbrellas over tables and a fence around the whole place to give it that indoor-outdoor feel. She's about to go in when she feels a throbbing between her legs. Gasping she stops dead in her tracks, grabbing her hips.

~Well... You held out better then I thought you would! Hello there!~

"What? Who said that?!"

~Sssshh! Keep your voice down! Do you want to be locked in a psych ward? Hmmm... on second thought keep talking. I've always had a talent for finding a good orderly or two... By good, I mean corrupt, of course.~

Whispering this time Charlotte says, "What's going on?"

~Why, you're training dear. You wouldn't have put me on if you weren't ready to grow up! Now if you must go in that boring old cafe, you must find a man that's married or fat. Women are fine too but sooner or later you'll have to find a man. Honestly how else are you supposed to get fucked!~

"I WILL NOT!"

~Shhhh!~

blushing, Charlotte looks at the people in the cafe who are now staring at her like she's crazy. She whispers, "I'm not going to make love with anyone until I'm married."

~I didn't say make love. I said fucked! And if you refuse, I'll make things veeeeery uncomfortable for you!~

Charlotte suddenly feels like her hips are being squeezed. That when it hits her... "You're that thong I took."

~Ahhh.. She has a brain. Now get going~