Cindy should head back to the food court with her panties in place.

"To the food court?" You shrug, tapping your phone.

My purse dings. "To the food court." I shrug, heading out of the shoe store.

You come up alongside me and I lean into you, guiding your arm around me. You fail to take the hint, and I push your hand down to my ass. You go for a gentle squeeze, trying to keep me properly covered, and I tug my shirt aggressively up past the waistband of my panties, pressing your fingers onto bare flesh. You squeeze a little tighter this time and I smile as we walk along to the food court, white cotton on the front side leering back at anyone who leers at me.