Her name is "flagged"

He held up her I.D. from her belongings that had been set aside. "Stacy Smith? That's your name?"

"Yeah, so what? Give me my clothes!" She glanced around and then started to move her arms around her body in a futile attempt at concealment from the onlookers.

"I'm sorry Miss Smith, but your name's been flagged."

"What?"

He held forward a clipboard with a long list of names. He pointed to her name : Smith, Stacy. Her jaw dropped. Marvin took the list away before she had time to notice that it was all women's names and all common enough to come in handy in an event like this.

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us," Ralph said as he moved towards her with a pair of handcuffs.

"No! Let me at least get dressed first!"

"Right now miss!" He snapped the handcuffs on her. Ralph and Marvin each held one of her arms as they led her to the wall. "Behind the barrier," Ralph gestured. They had a small area sectioned off with a cloth screen. It enclosed a rectangular space by one wall that wouldn't have permitted room for a fourth person. Stacy was slightly relieved to be out of public view but this `barrier' was just a curtain.

Marvin got his handheld detector ready again. "Is it just the bra do you suppose?"

"How can it even be my bra?," she asked desperately.

"That depends on what's in it," Ralph said with stern cynicism.

Indeed, Marvin's metal detector went off next her bra. To Stacy's horror, her thong set it off as well. "NO! What are you going to do to me?"

Marvin said almost apologetically, "Well, your name's on the list of potential criminals. We have some pretty strict regulations to follow. We gotta inspect everything here," he said pointing to her pile of discarded clothing, "and, well," he gestured at the lingerie she still had on.