She couldn’t have been out long. She awoke moments later on her face, draped over the stinking bags of insecticide at the front of the hardware store. Someone was unbuttoning her jeans. Unzipping them, jerking them down. Clyde. “Oh, yeah,” he said, panting. “Gonna fuck you both, you and her. All day and all night.” Hands invaded her underwear, fondled and squeezed her buttocks. The side of her face a numb slab of meat, her head swam as she tried to piece together what had just happened, what was happening now. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. In the upper corner of the store, a security camera stared at her with a sightless eye. Her Ruger lay on the floor beside another stack of bags. Out of reach. “You’re mine now. Both of you.” His profane fingers closed into fists and he jerked her underwear down to mid-thigh, with her jeans. It had felt warm in the hardware store there in the sun coming through the window, but now the air was cold against her bare skin. The hands kneaded and fondled her backside for a moment and then pulled away.
