Eating at the parlor

"Th... thanks..." Brianna stammered, "you have a great day!"

"You too, cutie patootie!" Daryl sent her off as Brianna blushed brightly.

Brianna thought about her next move. She thought about driving straight home to confront Janice and her father about this whole situation, but figured Janice was already there wreaking her havoc. In some weird, twisted way, she didn't want to give her that satisfaction, and she at the very least wanted to delay facing the music. Also, she saw the double-scoop ice cream melting and didn't want it to drip all over her hands.

So, against all instinct, Brianna walked over, not out of the shop, but at one of the stools on the counter facing out the window. She plopped herself down, knowing full well that her backside was still visible to the other patrons and that her breasts were visible to passersby out the window.

"Look mommy," Brianna grimaced as a young voice rang out, "that lady's naked!"

"I know, dear," the mother responded, "but don't point."

After see got the first bites of her ice cream in and felt safe it wouldn't drip for a bit, Brianna decided to check her phone and scroll to distract herself from her condition.