Eyeing a middle aged man chopping wood outside his house, you gather your courage and approach him for aid. He soon notices you and stop to gawk, even with your hands trying to preserve whatever modesty possible.
"Umm, can you please give me some help?"
"H-help?"
Great, at least he speaks the same language. That fact makes your immediate future far brighter.
"Obviously, I need some clothes. I, uh, it got stolen."
Terrible lie, but it didn't seem to matter to the guy in the least. He was already drooling.
"Well, step right in my love, I'm sure we can work something out."
With one arm across her shoulders and fingers already hungry for some contact, and you squirm uncomfortably. The wooden door to his house swings open with a creak. |