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Chapter 11

What's next?

Danielle's friends find something... but it's completely humiliating!

Lauren sat on the sand, fidgeting slightly as she tried to hold the now useless swimsuit up over her body, turning neon red as she waited for either Danielle or her friends to show up.

About a full ten minutes later, Lauren saw Danielle returning from the lost and found. Much to her chagrin, she saw that Danielle had returned empty handed.

"Sorry, Lauren." Danielle apologized, shrugging nonchalantly, "I searched everywhere, but the lost and found didn't have anything that would fit you."

Lauren let out a whimper as she hung her head. What now?

"We found something for her!" A voice said, having a slight giggle to it.

Lauren and Danielle looked up and saw Danielle's friends walking up to them. As they walked up to the two women, Lauren gasped happily as she stood to her full height.

"You have?!" Lauren asked. "Please, let me have it!"

"I don't know though..." One of Danielle's friends said, a sly smirk on her face. "You probably wouldn't want it..."

"It doesn't matter if I want it or not!" Lauren snapped quietly, making sure not to draw attention to herself. "I need it! Now, please, give it to me!"

The girls looked at one another for a brief second, stifling a series of giggles as they gave each other knowing smiles.

"I don't think you'd have that attitude if you knew where we got it from." One of the friends said. "You see, we came across this mom and her three kids - "

"I. Don't. Care!" Lauren hissed, getting fed up with these games as she clutched her suit tightly. "Give me what you found and I'll wear it!"

"Okay," one of Danielle's friends responded with a giggle, "but remember: You asked for it!"

Slowly, the woman pulled something from behind her back, showing it to Lauren and Danielle. Danielle began bursting into a laughing fit once she saw what was in her friend's hand.

Lauren, on the other hand, felt her blood run cold as all the color drained from her face. She stared at the article of clothing Danielle's friend held out in abject horror.

What is it?

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