Outside

Panic filled Amy's mind, enough to cause her to momentarily forget that her jeans and trainers are ten feet behind her.

Grabbing the edges of her shirt and trying to hold the wet material close, Amy ran.

It took seconds to get from where she was to the mall's door, and then out into the early morning sunlight.

It was a car horn that forced her mind back to itself. She blinked for a moment, looking at the jeering teenagers driving past and then down at her own body.

Her shirt was soaked and clinging to her body, her pink bra clearly visible through the material. Not only that but the hem wasn't long enough to cover her soft pink panties, the only things on her legs except her socks.

Panic began to rise again, and she looked around, frantically, for an escape.