I LOOKED around the restroom like I would find the answer written on the wall somewhere. When I didn't, I slowly walked back into the stall I'd just come out of. Maybe if I did as he asked, he'd leave me alone and I could get on with my night.

I'm in the stall.

Put one foot on the toilet seat and take a picture of what's covering your pussy. Then send it to me.

HE WANTS me to send him panty pics? That's why I have this phone?

I don't remember agreeing to this. Besides, I'm at work.

Send me the picture, Sera. Or I'll come down there and...