"Well that's definately not mine!" you mutter, its a (or so the label says) 38D black sports bra. You quickly look around the hallway to make sure no one has noticed while you decide what to do. "It can't stay here, I'm going to have to leave it at front desk for the lost and found", luckily the receptionist was rarely there anyway so you could leave it anonymously. Reaching into the locker you feel a slight resistence, as if the air is charged with static. Bracing for the electric jolt you felt sure would come, you grab the item. Nothing. Relieved, you begin to retract your hand towards your waiting bag but instead of moving you feel a searing pain spread across your chest. Instinctively dropping the bra back in the locker, the pain stops. Closing the door, you say "Well I suppose its going to have to stay there then..." a little too loudly. Someone was surely playing a trick on you, some new practical joke that was going around, yeah that's it.
"What's going to have to stay in where?" a voice came from behind. Wheeling around to you see Robert with a disgruntled look on his face who says, "come on, its unlike you to be late for sport, actually you've been acting strange all day, what's up?"
"Oh nothing" you reply, you could see from his face that he wasn't buying it so you add "its just something for my mum's birthday, I picked it up from the shop this morning, a card and some stuff you know..." it was a long shot but it seemed to have worked.
"OK, come on then, coach already thinks that I'm trying to skip sport for good, I can't be late!"
"Alright". You make to go but then say, "Actually, I'll catch you up, there's something I need to do first".
"Whatever" came the reply, you wait to make sure he'd gone and then give yourself a little pat around the chest.
"What was that - OW!" the shock seemed to have made your nipples more sensitive than before but everything else was fine. "I'm sure its alright, I'm just imagining things, I don't really know how they were before". You make to go again but your thoughts go back to that bra sitting there in your locker. "I can't leave it in there, that was too close with Robert just then but I can't take it to reception without being way too late. I could always just take it with me, its not as if anyone is going to look through my bag. What should I do?"
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