Confront him

Emboldened and enraged by what you saw, you march up to the greasy owner, who's reading some sort of magazine at the counter near the front, and you slam your hand down to get his attention.

"What's up, Jenny?"

"I know what you've done!" you hiss at him.

He puts down the magazine he was reading - at least, if you could call the pictures he was looking at reading - and sneers at you, his aged, weathered face showing no signs of guilt. "What did I do?"

"You stole my underwear!" That comes out a bit louder then you'd hoped, but your anger pressed you on.

With a tilt of his head, he chuckles. "Doesn't look like you have much need for it."

You take a quick sideways glance and notice the guys slowly moving in, interested in your conversation. "And you molested me while I was napping!"

He chuckles. "I think everyone here would agree that I wasn't doing much of the touching." You hear a few laughs from the spectators.

You wave your camera menacingly at him. "I've got proof here that you're stealing from me." Which, while you do, isn't proof you can technically, and the shop owner seems to draw back at that, pondering what to do.

"You could prove that something was stolen tonight, true. But you've got no evidence that I've done it before..."

"I'll take this to the police if you don't give back everything you've stolen."

He meets your gaze slowly, and the guys watch both of you (well, mostly you and your heaving chest), and he backs away. "On occasion people...leave things here. I'd be willing to let you go through the lost and found, and if you can prove some of the items are yours, you can have them. Fair?"

Without thinking, you nod. "Deal." You know you'd recognize your items in a heartbeat, and to his credit, the owner is surprisingly quick to find a cardboard box from behind the door, and as he puts it on the counter, you gasp in shock as you absently put down the camera next to it.

Everything missing is there, and it's all yours. Chemises, racy thongs, booty shorts, and the rest of your underwear is in the box, even the stuff that went missing today. You finger through it nervously.. "...this is all mine."

The owner looks at you. "I have no way of knowing that. This is all stuff that was left here."

"STOLEN!" You grab the underwear that you'd removed just a short while ago, still wet from the machine, and hold it in front of him. "I was wearing these before I came in here."

"I've got no way of knowing that." He snatches them from you. "For all I know you like going commando in front of boys."

A blush rises in your cheeks as you defiantly glare at him, ruffling through the box again. "I know this is mine...."

The owner rubs his cheek before he looks at you evenly. "If it's yours, then it must fit you, right?"

You're not sure you heard him right, but he continues unabated.

"Put one of the matching sets from the bin here, and I'll give you the whole thing."

You grab the box to move to a back area to change, but he grabs your arm.

"Uh-uh. I need to know they fit you exactly and that you're not altering them to steal them away. If you want this, you have to change right here, right now."

You glance around nervously, both at the boys who's lustful gazes are overpowering you, and onto the street nearby, a thin pane of glass the only thing separating you from the entire block potentially watching you strip and change...