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Paige and her friends would be on this island for a few more days. Samson and Mig were both busy, so Paige figured she’d get a bit of shopping done on behalf of all three of them.
She needed to buy food, and she’d been on her way to a grocer’s at the moment. On her way, however, another store had caught her eye. It was more of a general store that sold all sorts of things, from clothes to--to her surprise--some food. Mostly boxed and preserved stuff, but maybe she’d find something that the boys would like. Samson liked cereal, right?
She entered the store, realizing the interior was much roomier than she’d initially thought it would have been. It didn’t seem like too many people were here. To her left, the shopkeeper behind the counter smiled and waved at her. Where should she go first? To her right were a few racks of clothes. Maybe she’d start there, just to sate her curiosity?
Paige flipped through some of the racks of shirts. And once finished, she turned to a shelf beside them. A shelf full of panties.
Biting her lip, she glanced from side to side, just for good measure, making sure nobody was watching her. The shopkeeper seemed preoccupied now, restocking a few shelves of candy by the front counter. Now was her chance.
Paige couldn’t say she’d seen such a wide selection of underwear elsewhere. This place had everything from granny panties to--wow, some very cute, lacey tanga and bikini panties. Over the next few minutes, she found herself with about eight new pairs of cute panties.
And the worst part? She hadn’t nearly finished looking around the store. Paige stepped away from the shelf, clutching the small stack of panties as she speed-walked down the aisle. Where was the food? Maybe she could just grab it, pay for everything, and then run out of the store.
Once she made it to the end of the row, she sharply turned the corner, hoping that the next aisle would have the food she’d been looking for.
What she hadn’t expected was to collide with another customer. Right into him, as a matter of fact. Her grasp on the panties had loosened, and the next thing she knew, there were panties scattered on the floor around her and the man. She could already feel her face heating as she stumbled backward and started sputtering an apology to the man.
When she looked up at his face, however, she froze.
No way. She knew this guy. Hadn’t she seen him a day or two ago on this same island? Naked on the beach?
Her face was beet red; she could feel it. Paige squeezed her hands into fists and drew them close to her chest. She was frozen solid in sheer embarrassment, too panicked to even start picking up the fallen panties.
This was probably the last person she’d wanted to bump into while shopping for panties. Maybe he was genuinely a nice guy, but that incident at the beach had definitely weirded her out.
“Ah--! Y--you--the beach--I’m sorry!”