Crystal opened the back of her car and gently picked Carley up by the armpits. “Lie down for me,” she asked gently.
“Why here? Can’t we go to a bathroom?” Carley asked.
“Yes, we could, but if I do it here, no one gets to see your little accident, but if you want me to, I can parade you into the store, loudly announce that you wet your pants, and show you off to a bunch of curious ogling Amazons before we march ourselves into the public restroom to take care of this. It’s up to you. I thought I’d try to start you off slow and spare you a little dignity, though,” Crystal explained in a teasing manner.
Carley complied and lay down. She felt Crystal trying to remove her pants. “Um, I can do it myself?” she asked, trying not to sound demanding.
