Liz’s perspective.

Taking the bus back, I felt giddy and knew I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

‘This is going to be Sooo much fun!” Liz whispered to herself.

She was looking through the influencer’ (still unlocked) phone - she had to keep it from falling into sleep mode for fear it would close and would have no access to it.

“He’s too trusting.” Liz thought to herself. Then continued the thought.

“She might just try again when he lets her out, but he won’t see it coming. I’ve gotta find something that will work to keep her in line.”

She went mainly through the emails and photo albums. Very little stood out, except for a couple of specific photos that she opted to text to herself for later.

‘Objective achieved’ she said to herself and did a little fist pump in the air. A couple of other passengers on the bus glanced her way but said nothing.

Liz turned off the phone and moved to put it into the borrowed leather jacket, when her hand touched something in the pocket.

“What‘s this?” She asked, as she pulled out the leather harness and blinked at the angry face staring at her.

“Mark..” Liz thought to herself.

Then gave a wicked grin.

Stuffing him back in her pocket, she got off her bus and went to go start her shift at the adult toy store..