You slide down the denim, landing hard on the vinyl seat as the bag itself rises high up into the air. You're completely out in the open now, and you suddenly panic -- the girls around you are still getting dressed.
You turn, and see some clothes wadded on the far end of the bench. You don't look, you just run for them, hoping that if you get into them you'll be safe.
Meanwhile, a pixieish blonde decides that she needs to sit down to put her shoes on. She steps back and sits down....
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