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You shake your head slowly, realising there are far more things to do than just call security, and you plant a subtle suggestion into the young boys mind.

Amy however had finally managed to get her jeans back up, and pulls her shirt right around her. "Look, I'm really sorry you were offended ma'am, but believe me i had no intention of..."

"You didn't intend to offend, you just thought you'd go streaking through the mall?" the woman continues to rage, beginning to draw a little bit of a crowd, at least a half dozen people by your count, which is perfect to continue Amy's humiliation.

Amy tries to calm the situation, and in the process takes her hand of her jeans once more. A mental prod to the boy and he steps forward, grabbing Amy's jeans and giving a tug. For the second time in as many minutes Amy's jeans hit the ground and she's left stood in just shirt and near see thru panties, this time with a crowd watching her.

"My God!" The woman screams, "you just can't help yourself can you?"

A combination of rage and embarrassment cloud Amy's face and you realise this is a near perfect moment to capitalise on.