at the corner stores.

Its 9am. You're due to meet the two hot clubbers at noon at the Sex shop. You've had no breakfast and your balls are full to bursting (You were **** to stick your cock anywhere in Mommy!). The sun is getting up and the day is starting to heat up, which is just as well, since all your wearing is a pair of green silk French knickers.

Its an hour's walk back to the strip with the sex shop. Fuck, the sex shop. You just remembered it. Day-shift should be on. Your boss will have turned up by now and you weren't there to handover. In other times you might have been worried about being fired, but now it just makes you laugh quietly to yourself until you wince, standing on a sharp stone. Maybe you should have put your sneakers back on before leaving Mommy's. The streets are quiet, and only a few motorists drive past you and stare at your state of undress, however, within a few minutes, you come to the junction with Alpert Drive and a few businesses huddled together at the corner:

• a grocer shop (Green's essentials);
• hardware shop (Chico's tools);
• hairdresser (Trims by Tricia);
• and coffee shop (the tasty bite).

Life savers. Thank fuck for that.