Onwards as Alex Doolittle's "friends" continue their assault

The man in the black suit raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. He had seen many peculiar things in his line of work, but this was something else. Alex, still engrossed in her book, was now drawing more attention than ever. Her shirt, tattered from the squirrels' relentless gnawing, barely clung to her shoulders, and her black lacy panties, with "Monday" emblazoned in gold, were now fully visible to anyone who cared to look. The seat had slipped down past her backside with bite marks across the fabric.

He slowed his pace, keeping a safe distance as he wondered what she would do next. The squirrels, emboldened by their success, continued their assault on her clothing.