Amy Storms Off

"Fuck you, perv!" Amy yells, turning and storming out of the front entrance of the burger bar and into the food court, hugging her shirt closed around her.

At least it's early and there's no one else around, she thought to herself as she walked through the empty food court, holding the shirt closed around her as tightly as possible, trying to shake the image of James' erection slapping her face. She did not want to be turned on by something like that, but she could feel the slight heat in her panties as she made it to the edge of the food court.

She froze at the edge of the court, spotting two or three people milling around in the main area of the shopping mall, trying to work out her best course of action to avoid being spotted.