With reinforcements

I sit in my usual place, thinking up some excuse. I hear her coming back and the door opens, but she's not alone.

Along with her is the owner of the shop, a woman about 40 years old with a voluptuous figure. She's around my height, wearing a flannel shirt with buttons straining against her big breasts, a pair of faded jeans and working boots.

She looks at me with a contemptuous expression. "So this is the kid who can't keep it in his pants" She runs forward, and before I can react, boots me in the balls hard enough to raise me off the ground.

My testicles feel like they've been sent up into my throat. I fall on the ground, clutching my groin and writhing.

The woman looks at Miss Annie. "You gonna call the cops, or should we teach him a lesson first?"