I don't wanna be caught standing here watching, so I turn back to the machine, looking for what might be the problem. I'm sure I won't find anything. I mean, I don't have a clue what I'm doing, but at least it looks like I'm doing something.

I hear Sid. He bellows at Maureen, and her cheeks have now surpassed the color of her skirt and have moved into deep shades of red. She looks over her shoulder and sees him coming, then she looks at the couple still fucking their brains out in the corner, and then she looks up at me as I'm leaning over the conveyer belt, like I've got some magic wand I can pull out of my ass or something.

I shrug at her, showing my hands in white flag surrender, and turn back to the machine like the coward I am. I hear Mr. Big growl, "Yeah baby, I'm gonna come in your little fuck box! Are you ready for Daddy's hot cum!?" She's just screaming now. I can tell you for certain there weren't any intelligible words coming from the woman, unless she was speaking alien.

"Jesus Christ in a sidecar! What in the sam hell is going on down here?" Sid is panting and red-faced, looking like a Weeble in pants.

That's when I find it. There's a lacy red bra stuck in the machine.

I pull it out like King Arthur at the stone, turning around and waving it in triumph.

"Here's our problem!"

Maureen stares at it and then looks at Sid, and then back to Mr. Big and red skirt.

Sid's just noticed them and I think they've finally noticed us, at least that's what I gather from the way they're scrambling to untangle themselves and pull their clothes back on.

Red skirt sees me holding her bra up and she rushes forward, reaching over the belt to snatch it out of my hands. I shrug, turning toward Sid and Maureen. He's