That's disgusting!” Gammon said from behind her, after watching her blow her nose into the crotch of the lavender lace panties and shove them back into the backpack. “They were clean,” she said, defensively. “And maybe that will teach you to mind your own business.” Shawn's brows knit together with a combination of concern and horror, his back against the door. She rolled her eyes and gave him a wink. He actually winced. She gave him a fierce frown and urged him closer with a crook of her finger. He wasn't happy to comply, but he did. When he was close enough, she pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. “You didn't…check…all the little pockets,” she said, then sat straight and waited for him to figure out what she'd meant by it. A full minute passed with no response, so she opened the flap of the backpack, while keeping her eyes on the road, and pointed to the little zipper. She finally had to nudge him and look down. His hand moved over and opened the pocket, then ventured inside and froze.
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