Sarah had been at school, in the locker room about to change for early morning cheerleading practice.
She was surprised to find herself dressed most severely, in a very conservative dress and heels, her hair in a tight bun. It wasn't unattractive, or even unflattering, but it was certainly not the dress of someone who wanted to be thought of as a sex object.
Laying on the bench next to her was a satchel, that she instinctively picked up. She'd better get going before someone saw her.
