In a very businesslike fashion, Karen walked over to the picnic table and opened the tesco bag again, extracting a marker pen and a note from it. She looked at the note
"Hey Dave, help me out here."
I extracted myself from the bushes and gingerly approached the lingerie-clad goddess who had been haunting my fantasies.
"Do me a favour and write 'slut' on my right boob"
She pointed the marker pen at me, and I took it, uncapping it and with slightly shaking hands, pressed it down on her, resting my hand on her warm breast. I wrote 'slut' as best I could on her body and she nodded.
"Good enough, now come on."
She led me along the path, her appearance of confidence undermined by the fact that I could see her hands shaking. We walked down the forest trail, my eyes and ears straining for the smallest sight or sound, and every single leaf blowing in the wind setting me off.
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