Mackenzie pouted, biting her lower lip, considering her options, “Now you’ve done it”, she’s practically screaming inside, “Trapped in broad daylight, starkers in the backyard of my next door neighbors! How is THIS going to look if I get found out?!? I need to figure something out, and quick!”
The wooden stairs up to the tree house look sketchy, she’s almost sure the doors and windows will be locked, so she desperately eyes the tool shed. It has a lock, but it’s in the disengaged position and the door is ajar.
Maybe I can find something to wear in there, or at least hide until I figure out what I’m going to do to get out of this with my dignity intact!”, frets the curvaceous nude babe, skin still shimmering with suntan oil, knees together, one hand protecting her bacon-sized landing strip, and her other arm trying to cover her luscious breasts.
Scooting furtively along the fence, Mackenzie looks around, trying to ascertain whether there’s anyone inside the house, but can’t see in the reflective mirrored glass. She makes it to the tool shed and opens the metal door, which makes a loud creaking sound, alarming her.
Hoping she’ll find something like a work apron, umbrella, netting, or anything at all to cover up with, Mackenzie tentatively enters the dark, cluttered little shed, glad for a place to hide for a minute.
While she stands inside, she peers around the tiny gaps in the corrugated roof, trying to keep an eye on the yard around her.
“Think, Mackenzie, think!”, she tells herself, trying to formulate a plan.
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