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Into the Maelstrom: Part IX
Carolyn Lord sat sprawled in her chair, naked from the waist down, her vaginal juices pooling on the seat. She watched the nude Tiffany sleeping contentedly on the floor beside her chair, the teenager softly muttering "I Do!" every so often.
"I'm doomed," she thought. If she couldn't protect herself from a mental light-weight like Tiffany, she was in serious trouble.
This was not her imagination. This was not some wild dream.
She looked down at herself and realized the harsh reality of it:
her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening in the harsh light of the office, the cooling pool of her own secretions growing between her naked thighs, the feel of the abrasive seat cloth on her poor, abused vulva. It certainly was no accident, like that medical examination gone wrong when she reacted like a slut instead of a proper woman. Tiffany knew exactly what she was doing to her. Didn't she?
But did she? Tiffany was a child. A child in the beautiful body of a woman, to be sure, but a child all the same. And children liked to play! "It was all so simple," she thought.
All she had to do was think it through.
She had seen her young nieces and nephews constantly do things they couldn't possible understand the real meaning of, just to get a reaction from their older relatives. She herself had gotten some swats on the bottom and even had her breasts grabbed a few times during family events, though she knew they meant nothing really sinister by doing so. They were just being deliberately naughty. Tiffany couldn't possibly know what it was she was really doing to her. The young minx, she was just playing a game with her!
But this was a very serious game, indeed. She could have been humiliated in front of anyone who cared to walk by, not to mention Mr. Spencer. She might have even lost her job because of it. And what happened with poor old Mr. Brandon? That dear old man wasn't responsible for his actions anymore. He was just helplessly caught up in the teenager's foolishness. He was probably more embarrassed about the whole thing then she was.
"Well, if Tiffany chooses to act like a child, then by God I will treat her like one!" she said.
She lifted one elegant foot and pushed it against Tiffany's upraised rump, causing the sleeping girl to topple to the floor.
Tiffany awoke with a start. She got up from the floor and, sheepishly avoiding Carolyn's annoyed look, set about getting dressed. She found her dress, but her underwear had vanished.
"That's just great," she said bitterly, holding her dress. "Now what am I supposed to do? I'm dirty and my underwear's gone. I can't go around like this!"
"Come here," said Carolyn.
Shocked that Carolyn was actually speaking to her, and both of them not even dressed, Tiffany ignored her and continued to look for her missing clothes.
"Come here, I said!"
Holding her dress protectively in front of her, Tiffany timidly went over to where Carolyn still sat.
"Put on your dress."
"But I can't," wailed the teenager. "I'm dirty and I don't have my..."
"Tough. Put it on. Now!" commanded Carolyn.
With a pouty face, Tiffany put the dress up over her head and started putting her arms into it, very aware that she was now totally exposed to the glowering Carolyn.
When Tiffany's arms were tangled in the sleeves and her head completely covered by the dress, Carolyn put her right arm around Tiffany's slim waist and pulled the surprised girl over her knees.
Holding the squirming Tiffany with her left hand, Carolyn's strong right hand hit Tiffany's small, firm buttocks. SMACK!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" squealed the teenager, her voice muffled, as she fought to free herself of the dress.
"You want to act like a child here, then I'm going to start treating you like a child," Carolyn said calmly as she hit the beautiful, tanned hillocks once again. SMACK!
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Tiffany screamed, desperately trying to escape this trap she had placed herself. No one had done that to her. No one had ever hit her back there, not ever!
"Watch me," Carolyn murmured with contentment as she resumed her lesson. She had wanted to do this to the girl for some time.
The spanking continued until Tiffany's small bottom was showing a slight pink all over her dark tan. Tiffany had ceased struggling some time ago, and, still tangled in her dress, was reduced to sobbing quietly.
"There, there. It's time for you to grow up, Tiffany,"
Carolyn said, gently. "This is a place of business, not a playground to do whatever you feel like. It's time you realized that."
Carolyn ran her hand lightly over the girl's smooth ass cheeks, and enjoyed the heat that the firm flesh was radiating.
"What fascinating things they are," she marveled to herself.
"How beautiful, how symmetrical." Carolyn found herself lost for a moment in the wonderment of Tiffany's buttocks.
She felt something wet on her upper thighs and, puzzled, sneaked a hand between Tiffany's opened legs. She was amazed.
Tiffany was wet! She was so aroused that her vaginal fluids were actually dripping out of her crotch and onto Carolyn's legs.
Tiffany felt the hand between her legs and automatically began to grind her hips down onto it.
"Son of a bitch!" muttered Carolyn. She hadn't bargained on this at all. Now what was she supposed to do?
At a loss of what action to take next, Carolyn glanced at the clock on her desk. Stunned, she looked again. The conference was set to begin in 15 minutes.
"JESUS CHRIST, THE CONFERENCE!!" Carolyn shouted. The VIPs had already arrived and should just be leaving the lounge. She was late!
She jumped up and dumped the disappointed Tiffany onto the floor. Pausing for just a second, she realized that she had to take the time to get dressed. Panicked at being late, she pulled her suit jacket off over her head and quickly put on her blouse and scarf, but gasped with dismay when she saw that the buttons on her blouse were all missing.
"Damn it!" she yelled as she took everything off again and threw the useless garments into a corner. Next she grabbed her slacks and shoes from the desk and got into them, not bothering to properly fasten the slacks just yet. She ran down the hall, her swollen breasts dancing painfully on her chest, as she unbuttoned her jacket. She was putting it on when her unfastened slacks fell down to her ankles.
"Shit!" Carolyn gasped as she hit full length on the carpeted floor, her breasts mashing painfully beneath her, her legs now tangled in her slacks. Resisting an impulse to start screaming, Carolyn sighed instead and sat up on the floor. The thick carpeting caused a delightful tickling sensation on her abused vulva and she almost climaxed!
"Oh my God," she whispered. "My God." She took a deep breath and carefully untangled her slacks and pulled them off. She stood up and then got into them once again. She slowly fastened and zipped her slacks, after first carefully making sure they hadn't been torn in the fall.
Learning her lesson, she swiftly walked the remainder of the distance to the conference room, using her crossed arms to minimize her breasts' movements as much as possible. Her nipples had been hard for so long from rubbing against her jacket all day, she doubted if they would ever again return to normal. Even minor breast movements now caused the outraged nerve endings on her raw nipples to send excruciating impulses to her brain.
It was all becoming too much for her to endure. She knew that her resistance was nearing its end. She had had to withstand so much in the past two days that her mind and body just couldn't take much more.
She had to get to conference, she just had to. She couldn't let the firm have to deal with the consequences of her own weaknesses.
Besides, with all of those people around she would finally be safe.
As they stood waiting for the missing Carolyn and the visiting VIPs, the Daiquiri Group grew more and more agitated. After years of being Miss Untouchable, Carolyn Lord had suddenly become very touchable indeed. Today they had seen just about everyone at the office take a liberty or two with her once proud body, from senior partners to janitors, with nary a protest being directed at them in return. Rumor had it that even some of her fellow para's had taken an occasional opportunity with Miss Lord, with surprisingly the same result. As the day went on, though, they could tell she was becoming more and more unraveled. The secret slut was obviously being affected by all that was happening to her (as if one wild night wasn't enough!). Well, if she really wanted flounce that perfect body of hers in front of the senior staff, then they would be more than willing to help her.
Breathlessly, Carolyn entered the conference room and was greatly relieved to discover that the VIPs had yet to arrive.
The only ones there were some her co-workers who had been required to attend the event. She did a quick survey of the room and found everything was to her satisfaction.
After saying her hello's, she went to stand with her fellow paralegals and try to regain her composure.
"Have you seen Tiffany? She was suppose to be here for this,"
asked Tiffany's friend, Maria.
"No, sorry," Carolyn replied. "Haven't seen...HER!"
They pulled her slacks down so fast she couldn't react. One moment she was standing there, engaged in normal conversation, and in the next moment she was half naked! She stood there dumbly, staring in shock at her bare legs, her slacks puddled at her feet. Before she could get her deeply dazed mind to function at this new outrage, the visiting VIPs entered with the senior law firm members.
As the group of paralegals moved to greet them at the door, the terribly humiliated Carolyn was forced by the crowd to join them, leaving her slacks on the floor. If she tried to pick them up it would have been noticed by everyone! She chanced a quick look behind her and saw with horror as Maria quickly fold up her slacks and stuff them in a plastic file folder she was carrying.
She looked desperately for a way out, but the room's single entrance was now filled with the senior members and their guests.
She was trapped! Carolyn knew her double-breasted jacket's hem was just low enough to function as a micro-mini skirt, but she also knew that she dared not sit and must even be very careful walking or else she chanced exposing herself to everyone in the room.
As previously arranged, the firm's paralegals stood in a group behind the podium located at the head of the long conference table. Carolyn tried to hide behind the others, even though her normal place was at the wide podium, controlling the presentation binder for whoever was speaking.
Mr. Spencer finally had to motion her to take her place at his side behind the podium. After everyone in the room had been introduced, the presentation began. The chief representative for the Prospective Client, Mrs. Abigail Stevens, was seated with her staff on the table's left. The firm's counterparts were seated on the table's right.
As Mr. Spencer went through his opening remarks about the firm and the terrific support provided by the firm's paralegals, Carolyn felt his arm go around her waist over her jacket. He's just emphasizing his topic, she thought nervously, but I hope he talks about something else soon. Please, God, don't let him or the others see how undressed I am. At least behind the protection of the podium she felt safe.
Ten minutes into the presentation she jumped when she thought she felt something between the backs of her upper thighs. The feeling only lasted a moment and was gone. Probably my imagination, she thought.
To her horror, the feeling returned! Something large and smooth was working its way between the tops of her soft inner thighs. She jumped again when it touched the lips of her vulva.
"Oh!" she inadvertently gasped when the object began to work its way between her pussy lips.
"No! You can't...!" Carolyn automatically began, but stopped abruptly when she saw with dismay that everyone at the table was now looking quizzically at her.
Spencer stopped his presentation in mid-sentence and turned to put his mouth close to her left ear.
"Is there something the matter, Miss Lord?" he asked softly.
"No, sir. Sorry," she muttered as she smiled weakly, horrified that she had actually disrupted the presentation.
To her relief, Mr. Spencer smoothly continued his talk and she could see that the disruption was quickly forgotten by the people at the table. However, the thick object between her thighs also continued its way up into her vagina. The intruder was soon deep enough in her defenseless vagina that she could feel the hand holding it now begin to work its way through her tightly clenched thighs.
She felt hands on her right ankle shift her foot, so that her legs were soon spread apart. She was now completely wide open to whatever those in back of her wanted to do to her vulnerable yet most private of places.
She jumped when a hand began to move confidently across her firm buttocks. She jumped again when she felt a second hand on her behind. It too began to casually trace the rounded contours of the exposed buttocks under her jacket!
The hand between her thighs began to move deliberately back and forth, causing the unwanted intruder to have a most shocking affect on her. To her dismay, she could sense her vaginal fluids quickly begin to flow. The familiar sensations which had been kept simmering within her ever since she came to work were now quickly being brought to a boil within her once again. Before the events of the past two days, she could never have believed it possible that anyone, especially her, could be sexually aroused against their will, even if she did deep down really enjoy the sensation. Now, she knew that she being taken swiftly, helplessly to the point where she would shortly loose control and have an orgasm in front of all of these unsuspecting people, unless she could find a way to prevent it. "But how?" her tired mind screamed at her. "But how?"
Other hands spread her ass cheeks, and she jumped when she felt something cold touch her anus. "Oh, my dear God!" she thought. "Not there! They just couldn't!"
The object slowly forced its way passed her tightly clenched anus, and began to work its way slowly yet inexorably up her rectal passage.
Carolyn stood, too stunned to react. She was only wearing her jacket and shoes in a room full of people at a law firm, hands on her naked buttocks, and now she was helplessly impaled! And she couldn't do anything about it!! If she made any kind of scene, her shattered mind reasoned, she would be publicly humiliated in front of everyone. What if the police or someone should ask her what happened to her clothes? What could she tell them?
In spite of her claim to the contrary, Mr. Spencer was aware that all was not well with the usually cool Miss Lord. Even as he continued with his presentation, he could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated. The fact that she had deliberately taken off her slacks for an important presentation, even after her assurance she would be properly dressed for it, seemed to confirm what everyone was saying-- that for reasons unknown the very beautiful but untouchable Carolyn Lord was making herself very available today.
He was always a stickler for proper attire in the office, so his first instinct upon seeing her (even with those fantastic legs!) was to throw her out of the conference room. However, after seeing Mrs. Stevens' eyes light up when she saw her, Spencer kept Carolyn as close to himself as possible during the presentation.
To Carolyn's relief the conversation moved on to other aspects of the firm, but, to her consternation, the arm remained around her, holding her close to him behind the podium. "Sweet Christ!"
she thought. "What if he finds one of the other hands back there?" Forgetting about the group of women standing behind him, Spencer's hand started to move, slightly at first, then with an increasing regularity and confidence. In fact, it distinctly felt as if the hand was now massaging her right hip! Carolyn wondered what she could about this when she felt it slide down her hip, and jumped when it reached her bare flesh under the jacket.
Spencer's roving hand quickly came upon Carolyn's nude right buttock cheek. "What the hell?" he thought. "No panties!"
Why, that hypocritical bitch! After all the complaints she initiated over the years against the firm's employee's, even partners.
Angry now, he moved his hand freely over Carolyn's trembling buttocks.
Carolyn was relieved when she felt the other hands on her buttocks disappear, leaving just Mr. Spencer's for her to contend with.
The room's projection screen lowered and the lights dimmed to nothing. After a brief pause, the presentation system activated, and the automatic slide show began. Spencer traced with glee the trembling contours of Carolyn's right buttock. He was in the process of sliding his hand to sample her left buttock when it encountered a round metallic object protruding from the center of her ass crack. "Whoa! What the hell was that?" he thought.
Spencer looked behind him and saw a small circle of light on the wall behind the podium. "That's odd. Where could that damn light coming from?" he wondered. The last thing he wanted right now was a light on back there. He noticed that the light moved every time Carolyn did. Fascinated in spite of himself, he kept searching in the darkness until his eyes finally adjusted to the moving light and he saw something black sticking out from underneath Carolyn's jacket.
"Jesus!" he thought. "She's got a flashlight stuck up her ass!" Terrified of what he might have stumbled into, he quickly withdrew his hand from Carolyn's trembling buttocks. He placed both his hands in plane view on the podium. "Remember why you are fucking here today, asshole," he told himself. "Keep you mind on the job and out of her pants!"
Carolyn felt other hands replace the one which so quickly disappeared. Hands on her hips began to pull her waist away from the podium, causing her to lean forward and thrust her buttocks out from underneath the jacket.
Carolyn didn't realize the significance of this until someone dropped down behind her and placed their lips on her helplessly impaled behind. She was nibbled and licked all over her delectable, quivering buttocks, while other hands were making her vagina pulsate with sensation. Just when she thought she could take no more, she jumped when she felt something warm and thick start to press against her blood-engorged vaginal lips, moving around the object already in there. "Oh, what now?" she dazedly wondered. "What else could they do to me that they haven't already?"
A tongue contacted Carolyn's exposed vulva and she was teased and licked with never-ending enthusiasm.
Carolyn's mind whirled with her body's sensations. Under the noise of the loud presentation, she thought she heard the muffled sound of a purse being opened. The administrations on her poor vagina ended, the object removed. Her mind was relieved that her public ravishment was finally over, before she had reached the point of once again loosing all control of her recently traitorous body.
Carolyn jumped as she felt something being pressed against her vulnerable hair-lined pussy lips. It was not uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact, but it seemed only to cover her vulva. She felt it pressed onto her flesh one more time, and after that, nothing. The object covering her vulva remained and that was all. No one touched her, molested her, fondled her.
Even the humiliating object in her anus had been removed. "Could it be over at last?" she thought hopefully. Perhaps her unseen tormentors had finally given up.
"Please, please let it be over," she prayed reverently. She had been unwillingly stimulated to the point that she felt her hair was standing on end! She couldn't take anymore, not without embarrassing herself, she was that close.
The maddening thing was that this strange buildup now left her in a very precarious condition. She was so nervous she didn't know what to do next. She wanted to take a bite out of the podium, rape Mr. Spencer, do anything to relieve this horrible pressure which had been deliberately built up inside of her, and that now she had to deal with.
At last the automatic slide-show came to an end and the room's lights automatically brightened. Carolyn quickly flipped the pages to the correct position, and gratefully noticed that only one page remained until the end.
"Thank God!" she whispered. The conference was still a success and she could now go home and run around the block or something. "A cold shower, that's what I'll do," she thought, as she was finally able to get her breathing back under control.
Mr. Spencer smoothly wrapped things up and the conference was finally at an end as he said, "...and that concludes our presentation. Now, if you will all join me at the reception for some food and refreshments, you will have a chance of meeting some of the employees that you might be working with in the years to come."
"Shit, shit, shit!" thought Carolyn. She had forgotten all about the reception. But before she did anything, she had to go to the rest room and remove whatever they had impudently stuck to her crotch. "Probably a stupid sign or something", she thought.
She turned to leave the podium when Mr. Spencer hooked his right arm around her left.
"I'd like you to stay with me, Miss Lord. It seems our Prospective Client would like to meet you."
"Uh, that's great, but I really need to visit the..." Carolyn tried to explain, when Mrs. Stevens and her entire party walked up to them, with Ms. Pendergast trailing along petulantly behind.
"Excellent presentation, Mr. Spencer, just excellent. I was most impressed."
"Thank you. I would like to introduce the person who really put it all together for us today, Miss Carolyn Lord."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, Miss Lord.
You did a very professional job. Mr. Spencer here has had nothing but praise for your work, and now I can understand why,"
Abigail Stevens said, as she made an effort not to stare at the hem of Carolyn's very short dress. "It looks just like a suit jacket," she thought. "Very becoming, if a little out of place for an office. On the other hand, with those legs, who cares!"
"The honor is all mine, ma'am, but today was really the product of...of...of a great many people," the suddenly distraught Carolyn said. The unexpected sensations radiating from her crotch were incredible! "No!" her mind shouted. "It can't be, it just can't be!"
She clamped her thighs together, leaving her pidgin-toed, but it didn't help her at all. The feeling was so intense she couldn't believe it. "What the hell was going on?" her overwhelmed mind screamed as she fought an awesome desire to have an orgasm right there. Thankfully, the sensations then ceased just as mysteriously as they had begun.
"Phew," breathed the still shocked Carolyn.
"Are you are right, Miss?"
"Yes, ma'am. It's just been a long day, that's all."
"Please, call me Abigail. Well, let's us go to the reception and relax for a bit, eh?"
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Abigail. Whatever you say," Carolyn said, smiling.
As they quickly walked to the lounge, Carolyn tried to keep her hands at her sides, to hold down the hem of her jacket, but Mr. Spencer insisted on holding one of her arms while Mrs.
Stevens held the other. She was shocked to realize that Mrs.
Stevens was staring down her cleavage, mesmerized by her lightly bouncing breasts, but there was nothing she could do about it.
With her arms being held, she couldn't protect her chest at all!
All Carolyn could really think of was when the next attack on her pussy would come. Mrs. Stevens kept talking to her, but she heard not a word. She could only keep what she hoped was an attentive look on her face as she fought with her internal demons.
She had almost climaxed during that last violation. It was all she could do not to submit to it. "What the hell caused that?" her confused mind wondered. "After-effects from sitting on that damned carpet?"
Then she remembered. "Oh my God! That thing they put on my crotch! That's what's doing it!" And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, until she could get away from everyone!
At the entrance to the lounge the sensations returned with a vengeance. Carolyn's eyes glazed over as she fought the terrible waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen if Mr. Spencer and Mrs. Stevens had not been holding her arms.
They carried her by the arms into the lounge, to an easy chair. Carolyn gratefully sat down and at least had the presence of mind remember to cross her legs. She sat with her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open mouth as the sensations between her legs continued. Mercifully, they stopped just before a search for smelling salts was launched.
Carolyn's eyes flickered open. She saw with horror a semi-circle of concerned people surrounding her.
"I'm fine, really," Carolyn told them breathlessly. "Just a little tired, that's all."
"It's okay," Mr. Spencer said to the group. "She's all right.
Now, if you could all leave us alone for a moment, I'd appreciate it."
The crowd dispersed to the other parts of the large lounge, leaving Spencer and Carolyn alone.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you were sick?"
"I'm sorry," said the emotionally spent Carolyn.
"It's just that the conference was so important..."
"Nonsense," snorted Spencer.
Ms. Pendergast walked up to them. She knelt down beside the chair and looked with satisfaction at the stricken woman's flushed face. "Sam, she just needs to be alone and rest for a bit. I know all about her condition and I'll fill you in later."
"I'm fine. Honest," Carolyn lied. "I... I just need to be alone right now," she panted as the thing on her crotch abruptly caused a quick flash of overwhelming feelings. She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself to keep from grabbing her crotch in front of everyone.
"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and move into the conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.
Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her chair and a cluster of women silently watching her from across the room.
The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to their prey as soon as the door to the lounge was closed.
"Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.
Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly at them with uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet "snap".
"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms! The Daiquiri Group cheered and applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord doubled over, her body racked by her pulsating vagina.
The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as they had before, but continued on and on. She fell onto the floor, her hands between her thighs desperately holding her womanhood, her body shaking uncontrollably as she continued to orgasm. Finally, with Carolyn on the edge on unconsciousness if not madness, it stopped.
One of the women tossed a small controller on the floor beside the hapless Carolyn.
"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said cruelly.
Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high spirits.
An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong enough to get off of the floor. It was kind of comfortable being on the floor and she really hated to leave it. She had had a nice nap and felt much better. She knew the evil device was still attached to her, but she would deal with that later. First things first.
She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room. She was alone in the lounge, all signs of the reception were removed.
She looked at the wall clock and saw that all of the day's planned events should have ended some time ago. She wondered if anyone else was left in the office as she started to totter slowly towards the door.
She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew open and an incensed Maria entered the room.
"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified Carolyn. "I just found out what you did to Tiffany. Now that little bubble-headed idiot wants to marry the guy!"
Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn. "Damn you!" she screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's face. "I wanted her for me and you've just ruined everything!
Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the stunned Carolyn. Without thinking, she grabbed the shoulders of Carolyn's jacket and pulled down on them. The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders until it was bunched halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and her arms helplessly bound by the jacket.
Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in puzzlement.
"How did that happen?" her dazed mind wondered.
"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!" muttered Maria as she held the bunched front of Carolyn's jacket and ripped it open, causing the buttons to fly about the room. She pulled the jacket off of the unresisting woman and threw it by the door.
She then dragged the submissive Carolyn over to a couch and pushed her face down over the couch arm. She reached down and took off Carolyn's shoes and threw them with the jacket.
Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips draped over the couch arm, her ass high in the air and her breasts pressed into the rough material of the couch.
Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing pleasure at this inviting target. "OK," she thought. "If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn will do nicely."
"This requires something suitable," she said. She looked about the room and saw a pile of newspapers and magazines.
She walked over and selected a newspaper. Maria returned to Carolyn, twisting the paper into a tight roll. As she was coming back across the room, she unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic object.
And Carolyn went insane.
Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord, screaming, literally danced on the couch, her naked body twisting and turning, her arms and legs flailing.
"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the room, but not before taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on her way out.