A crawlspace

Mackenzie fell to her hands and knees and desperately scrambled into the small crawlspace entrance of the front porch nearest her. Her whole body felt a wave of relief as she crept out of the sunlight and into the darkness of the underside of the porch. With a moment to relax, Mackenzie sat down on the rough ground and tried to sit up, only to knock her head against the floor of the porch above her, eliciting a yelp of pain and a resigned slouch from the naked beauty.

The hiding place was dark and uncomfortable, but it offered Mackenzie enough peace of mind to gather her bearings. The crawlspace was cramped and she could feel the raw earth underneath her soft skin as she tried to make herself at least somewhat comfortable. Finding a position she could relax in was no small feat, but Mackenzie eventually wedged herself into a somewhat acceptable spot as she listened to the hordes of children she'd managed to dodge swarm to the ice cream truck. The pounding of feet directly above her reminded Mackenzie of just how close to complete humiliation she really was.

"At least I'm safe here..." the naked redhead reasoned to herself as she stared up at the porch above her.

Of course, Mackenzie should have realized by now that thinking she was out of the woods invited nothing but trouble...