“I think we had better get you home, immediately.”

As ‘sir’ tells Flis that it’s time to get her home, she quickly readjusts her bikini bottoms and, hiding demurely behind her towel, slips her bikini top back on and ties it in place. She slips out from behind the towel and pulls up her skirt, slipping her trainers on and grabbing her bag, throwing her towel into it along with her phone and headphones.

As ‘sir’ throws her a small smile, he says loudly, for the park to hear “come on, let’s get you home - and let’s hope your parents aren’t home to see the state of you in that slutty outfit!”

Flis hears some of her friends gasp at the choice of language, but she just looks at them and shrugs as she follows her ‘sir’ towards the exit of the park.

As she walks past James and his friends, he seems to have recovered enough to step closer to her, catching hold of her hand and slipping her a piece of paper with his phone number on it, while whispering “we’ll finish this some other time, you definitely need a good hard fucking!”

As they exit the park, Flis catches up with ‘sir’ and asks “where are we going sir?”