Nothing before she's arrested

Grace bent down as she streaked through the Wal-Mart towards the women's clothing department, seeing all too well from her peripheral vision the people whipping their phones out at her. Eventually she made it to the women's section and began her search of the area. She had been wearing lace lingerie earlier in the day, but opted to grab the nearest six-pack of hipster underwear and a couple of wire-free bras off the rack before heading to the blouses and skirts. Frantically mushing all the hangers together to see the sizes, she simply took all the midi skirts that had the correct letter on their hangers, and then doing the same thing to the blue button-down blouses and sprinting to the fitting rooms with the pile in her hands as the surrounding women looked at her askance.

Rushing into her fitting room and locking the door, Grace threw her bounty on the bench to the side and perched herself on the seat at the corner in front of the mirror, furiously jerking off yet again. Before she could finish, however, someone knocked on her door.

"Excuse me, miss, you'll have to come out."

"Just a minute..." Grace said in strain as she continued rubbing her clitoris.

This would not do, however, as the person on the other side unlocked the flimsy door lock from the outside and opened the door. Much to Grace's shock, he was a burly security guard who quickly grabbed Grace's right wrist before she could take her hand off her coochie.

"We've been receiving reports of you streaking the Wal-Mart and the parking lot," the guard explained as he dragged her away from the room and the clothes, "you'll have to come with us."

"Am I going to get a trespass?" Grace wondered.

"Maybe, although more likely you'll get a charge for indecent exposure," the guard explained.

"No no no," Grace tried to hurriedly explain, "I was blackmailed, and my daughter was in trouble, and-"

"Ma'am, you haven't been Mirandized yet," the guard continued as he dragged her to the front of the store where there were police waiting.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," a female officer approached her, "be aware that you're on body cam, we'll get you a blanket from the squad car. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Hands behind your back, please."

Grace sighed and complied as she was handcuffed. The officer took her by the arm as she led her to the police cars that were, much to Grace's chagrin, by the bank.

"Why are you parked so far away?" Grace asked.

"Well, we got our first reports from the bank, and then the witness there told me you were at the Wal-Mart."

Grace sighed as she was paraded through the parking lot. As she was approaching the bank, she saw Alice out in front grinning at her predicament.