Kimber Chin

“Ginny, I don’t know how buying new underwear is going to help me.” Anne felt very uncomfortable in this department. Was that a man over there? What was he? Some sort of pervert. She hid behind a pillar.

“Trust me, Annie.” Ginny picked up and put down tiny scraps of fabric like she did this every day.

Though they were pretty. All different colors and they looked soft. But no, that creepy man in a suit was still there, looking around him like he was searching for something.

Or someone.

“Annie?”

Right. Her sister. “You just want my closet.” Anne would have given it to her anyway. Eventually.

“Well, yes, but this way.” Ginny stopped in front of some lacy things. “Here we are.” She held up a piece of lace and elastic.

“I am NOT dressing like a hooker.” Oh, blast it, she said that too loudly. The creepy man looked her way. “Ginny.” Quieter. “I can’t wear that. What will people think?” What would their dad think?

“They won’t think anything.” Her sister smiled smugly. “Because they won’t know. Not unless you tell them, sister dear.” Some implication Anne didn’t like in her voice. “This will be your little secret.”

It could work. Only her legs would be covered. Anne touched the lace with hesitant fingers. “I don’t…”

A clearing of a throat. Anne snatched her fingers back. “Ladies, I need help.” A male voice.

Oh, no. She looked up. The creepy man.

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