Flee the Hall of Memory

Susie and Bonnie, of one mind, turned and sprinted for the nearest exit, which happened to be down the hall and to their right. Miss Trickett watched them go, counted to ten, then stepped out through a hidden door onto a balcony behind her office.

From halfway up the side of the looming Hall of Memory, she watched a pair of squealing young ladies race out into the middle of a bustling, well-lit carnival, full of visitors from every corner of space and time. She watched them come to a halt, feet bare on the grass, as they realised what they'd just done. She put her fingers to her lips, and blew a piercing whistle.

"Hey, everyone," she shouted, as heads turned to look from all up and down the long, busy, booth-lined avenue. "Those girls are in their BRAS and PANTIES!"

She heard laughter, and a loud football player voice crying out "Hell, yeah!". She watched the two indecently-clad girls squeal and hug each other for support, as a small crowd began to form around them, and phones came out of pockets. Hundreds of people were seeing them in their underwear! Trickett decided to make it just a little bit worse for them.

She cupped her hands to her mouth, ensuring that her voice would travel far and wide across the carnival, and shouted "Anyone who wants to see Bonnie Driscoll and Susie Snook in their BRAS and PANTIES, come to the Hall of Memory right now! I repeat! Bonnie and Susie are in their UNDERWEAR! Step right up to see the BRA AND PANTY GIRLS!"

The two girls exchanged panicked glances, and began to flee in what seemed to be a random direction. Trickett smiled, watching them go. They were going to have an interesting evening.