What to do?

Emily ran a short distance from the Ferris Wheel before her legs gave way. She sat on the grass, rubbing her thighs in an attempt to get the circulation going again.

Christine had seemed nice, she thought. It was good of her to try to preserve Emily's modesty with her hand while she unhooked her shirt. She really should go back and say thank you, but for now, at least, it was just too embarrassing.

She considered for a moment just walking away from this horrible evening and never coming back, but she needed to get her things from the locker. Mr Jackson had only provided her with one more task, which surely would be easy and give no cause for anything else to go wrong.

She could do just this one last thing. She could. Then she would ask Mr Jackson for help and explain all the awful things she had been through. He would understand, and he would be kind, and he would look after her.

So, she would finish this last job. What was it again?