A state park

There was a chill in the air, and Savannah rubbed her hands. She saw a few people on the beach. She recognized the area as a state park. She knew the parking lot was about two hundred yards away on the other side of a stand of trees, and with her car key around her neck, she guessed her car would be there.

Savannah made her way through the trees, doing her best not to be seen. She kept stepping on branches and pine cones and clenching her teeth so as not to curse out loud. She finally made it close enough to the parking lot to see the cars.

A park ranger SUV pulled into the parking lot. Two rangers got out. The approached a family getting back to their car. Savannah could hear the conversation. "We have reports of a naked woman running around her. Have you seen her?" asked a ranger.

The family shook their heads and said no. They got into their car. The rangers looked around.

Savannah spotted her car. It was on the far side of the parking lot. She sighed. She looked around and then titled her head back in exasperation. She then saw the g-string, hanging from a tree branch about 9 feet up. The heels were on another branch about the same height off of the ground, and the pasties tassels had been tied together and looped over another branch, this one about 8 feet off of the ground.