Aralia isn't done. Even if she doesn't know it.

Gregg followed the trail back out. He wished he could just go through the trees to hide, but his cart needed an even trail, at least.

Aralia kept out of view but she followed the man. She couldn't leave the forest, but she would watch him from the very edge if she had to. His manhood was fun to watch, but he had a nice big rear too. Any angle was fun to watch.

As Gregg walked, another root sprouted up, grabbing one of his cart's wheels and breaking it. The cart tipped and all of the wood fell out.

Gregg stared in disbelief. How was his luck so bad today?

Aralia felt the exact opposite. How was her luck so good today?

Gregg shook his head and began picking up as much wood as he could carry. He'd have to carry it home by hand. Then he can go get new pants, repair his cart and grab the rest later.

It was a good plan. Or so he thought.

Gregg carried the big pile of wood along. They blocked his eyesight a bit, and it left his junk totally on display for anyone in front of him. But he had to carry on.