Are you okay?”“Oh, I’m fine,” Mandi says. “But what were you doing in there?”“What?”“That building,” she says pointing. “What we...e you doing in there?”Veronica’s face burns red slightly as she looks back toward the door she just came out of. “Do you own it or something?”“Oh no,” Mandi says shaking her head. “If I owned something like that I’d have it demolished.”“Ah,” Veronica says with a sigh. “I was ... I’m not sure what I was doing in there.”“Are you in some kind of trouble?”“Me? No. No, not. One of the guys was having a bit of a laugh with a black guy in the queue ahead of us regarding the size of the black guys cock versus white cock,and was trying for all he was worth to get the black guy to show his goods,as far as I know all the guys in our party were straight(but a bit drunk)the black guy was not drunk,but after a while decided to end the curiosity and get his cock out,not erect,but a good semi,thick and hanging nicely from his fly,anyway,by the time we'd got our food. Before I went to bed, I washed my pink thong in the sink and hung it upto dry, just as Sara instructed me to do. Exhausted, I quickly fellasleep.In the morning, I found myself yet again going directly to my computer,to see if there was an email from Sara.There was! Yikes, yikes!I was both excited and afraid to open Sara's email.This time it was address to 'Ally.'The email suggested that I will wear something pink today.Sara thought I looked good in pink, I guess.She also made another. I knew I had to answer it.I stopped on Mike and sprang up to my feet. The phone was ringing for the fifth time. I sprinted to the desk and reached over grabbing the phone. It was my manager, he called asking if everything was OK with close up. I said yes and he asked if that gentleman had left the store. I lied and said yes. He then asked if everything was alright and I said yes. I just wanted my manager to stop talking but didn't want to seem over anxious. I told him I let the man use our.