theft

Kyle drove to an alley and parked the car. Kyle looked at the drunken, cum covered bitch. "Now, around the corner and half a block down is a **** store. Go inside and look up at the security camera near the entrance. Do nothing to hide your face. Go get every box of ribbed condoms they have. Take them to the counter then ask for a bottle of tequila. Put your credit card on the counter. When he puts the tequilla bottle on the counter, grab it and run out with it and the condoms. Run back here and get back into the car."

Jill got out of the car and staggered down the sidewalk. She found the store and stumbled in. First she saw the security camera in plain sight facing the door. She paused and looked up at it. She went to the condom rack. There were six boxes of ribbed condoms from two different manufactureres. She walked over to the counter and pointed to the liquor bottles behind the counter. "That buttle of tuhqee-ah" she said with her drunken slurred speech.

The Indian man behind the counter rolled his eyes, but did as she requested. As soon as the bottle hit the counter, Jill grabbed it, scooped up the condoms and made a break for it.

"Hey, come back!" yelled the clerk.