A black man who congratulates Owen

On the other side of the curtain line was a black man with a towel around his waist. His facial expression was one of shock before it slowly turned to a huge grin.

"My man!" the man extended his right arm bent at the elbow. Owen reached out and shook it with some timidity before the man half-hugged him with his left arm. Meanwhile, Jenn was desperately trying to get between the man's legs to try to get an upskirt view of his towel, but she couldn't crane her neck enough and her legs weren't quite back to capacity - even if they had been, the two men would have blocked her path anyway.

"Ayo, String Bean got some!" the man reached out of the stall to shout at the other stalls.

"Bull, shit!" came a reply several stalls down, "it doesn't count if it's with some twink, that's just boys being boys!"

"Naw, g," the black man responded, "he got a bitch up in here!"

"Get outta here!" several more men came to see Owen, who was still covering his junk, and to a lesser extent Jenn, who was still slumped down but trying to twitch her legs.

"What's your name, brotha?" the black man asked Owen.

"Owen," came the meek reply.

"Ow - en! Ow- en! Ow- en!" the crowd chanted and led Owen out of the stall, raising his arms up in victory. Jenn noticed several of them look back down at her as her face blushed red. Then Jenn overheard something that gave her pause.

"Is that why there were women's clothes here earlier?"

That's it! Maybe if Jenn could get up, she could go out and see who asked that question, and maybe get her clothes back without having to go to the Lost and Found.