Steal clothes from a quant little village

Next to the buildings is a giant and colorful tent… the circus is in town, providing us with the best distraction were going to get. “Ok time for operation steal some clothes, third’s time the charm,” I said, beginning to approach the place.

“Isn’t it more like seventh time’s the charm? If we count our attempts before-“

“We don’t. Let’s go!” Annie is hesitant, but in the end, she follows me into the fray. I know she isn’t thrilled to go on another of these expeditions, but as much as it rakes our nerves to sneak around in the nude, it’s better than sitting still and stewing in our shame.

We go to the town the long way, following the river and hiding behind its vegetation. We avoid the circus, but we can hear the commotion from inside the tent. Most of the townspeople seemed to be there, but not all, sadly.

Near an empty fishing pier, we leave the cover of the river and sprint to the first cabin we see to plan our next move. To our continuous disgrace, a bored blonde boy is sitting on some boxes inside. Well, he seemed bored before he spotted us, but now he is all perked up.

“C-crap, bad spot!” We turn to run away but hear voices coming from outside, more people are coming in.

“We can’t go outside!”

The boy jumps from the box and stands between us and the door. “No, no, no!” He says, then grabs my wrist and pulls me towards a closet in the back of the room. He points inside and nudges his head. Can we trust him? Annie seems to think so, she is already hiding inside!

The doorknob begins to twist and I decide to take my chances, it’s not like I have much of a choice. I scooch up next to Annie and the boy closes the closet with a smile. More people come in and chat with him while we wait in silence and darkness.

The closet is narrow and uncomfortable. I can feel Annie’s breath, her warmth radiating in my skin, our nipples touching and sticking together due to our sweaty skin. I wince as my sore bottom makes contact with the wood. Yeap, it’s a very awkward moment, hopefully, I won’t have to share such an intimate place with Annie again. You know, aside from our nightly naked cuddling session in complete silence.

The boy stops talking, and the rest of the people leave the room. He gleefully opens the door and beckons us to get out. “Mi chiamo Marco!” he says while pointing at himself.

“Errr, Laura.”

“Annie Nigma, nice to meet you.” I spare a glance at Annie, even when she is squirming and hiding behind the closet, she tries to smile and be polite.

Marco nods and points at our forehead. He grins, gives us a thumbs up, and says what I assume is the Italian equivalent of “nice”. I feel my cheeks heat up again.

“Do you have any clothes we can borrow?”

“Huh?” Marco tilts his head.

“C-L-O-T-H-E-S” I grab the tip of his shirt and point at it.

“Ah, stoffa! Sí. ” Marco nods enthusiastically and opens the door, beckoning us to follow him. Annie and I look at each other. Can we trust this boy? “Fidati di me” He says, flaunting all of his pearly whites with a smile.