Deena pulls the rope

Deena yanked on the rope as hard as she could, reeling it back into the store. At first, she felt resistance. Then, something seemed to give away.

She staggered back a few feet, and fell flat on her ass. As the end of the rope flew back in through the sliding doors, she realised it wasn't attached to Shannon any more.

Well. Not to Shannon's body, anyway.

Only her panties.

Deena gazed in shock at the white cotton undergarment, decorated with red lovehearts. They'd been tied on to the end of the rope. Somehow. Presumably by something. They lay on the floor of the supermarket, meek and mild, spelling doom for everyone in the building.

Shannon was out there. Somewhere. Without her rope. And definitely without her panties.

"Hey," said one of the hairdressers, in a trembling voice. "What's that outside?"

Deena looked up, out the plate glass windows of the supermarket into the carpark. A space in the fog was clear. More accurately, had been cleared. Deena didn't know how or why, but she'd bet her bottom dollar that whatever was out there was doing it on purpose.

It wanted them to see.

In the middle of the clearing stood Shannon. She was pulling the hem of her checkered shirt protectively down over her hips, trying to conceal the delicate ash-blonde curls that covered her sex. Below the waist, she wore nothing but cowboy boots.

The mist had taken away her pants.

Deena knew she ought to look away. But somehow she couldn't turn her head. The women in the store, and Pete, gazed in fascination as Shannon stood before them all without her pants. Her bare thighs were long, slender and pale, and as she wriggled from side to side, trying to find an angle that concealed her modesty, Deena caught a peek at the fetching curves of her slim pink bottom.

Her cheeks were brilliantly red.

Deena knew exactly what she must be feeling. The women in the store, and Pete, only had a few dozen eyes between them.

The mist had thousands.

Maybe even millions.

When you were out in the mist, without your clothes, it felt like every eye in the universe was looking at you. Every living being in the cosmos could see your bare bottom. And all of them were laughing.

The mist let them look at Shannon for a long time. Making sure they all knew exactly what awaited them, outside the supermarket doors. She stood there, squirming, a perfect victim, the butt of a practical joke from beyond space and time.

Then, without warning, it closed in. Deena saw Shannon's eyes go wide, and her hands fall away form her pussy for just a moment, as she vanished into the fog. There was a brief squeal, and the unmistakable sound of a girl's bottom being very firmly smacked.

Then silence.

Broken by Angela clearing her throat.

"So," she said, as people turned to look at her. "You still think Deena's plan is the best one?"