Gotta Get Wet

They walked off the secluded area. He held her hand firmly. She walked by his side. Often hiding behind him as people looked at her. Some in disgust, some in awe, some in confusion.

The man replied to almost everyone. "She lost her clothes. She lost her clothes. She lost her clothes…"

Mackenzie's face was redder than her hair.

"Was THIS your plan? I could've saved some dignity had I been alone!"

"What dignity? Do naked, lost women have any dignity?"

They walked along. She was very, very red. She wanted to hide. Bury her face. And hide.

But she kept walking.

"How far is your car?"

"A kilometre away!"

He turned around. "You freak! Why park your car a fucking kilometre away!? And then you get naked too? In the middle of the world. What an idiot you are…!"

She blushed red. Looking away.

"Oh gosh…" he turned around. But then he saw something. Rather, someone. His eyes widened.

"No. No. No. No! Shit! We're in trouble."

"What happened?" she clutched his back.

"See there. They're officers. They're heading this way. They're checking."

Mackenzie panicked.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?"

The man's mind clicked. "Run."

"What?"

"Run into the water. They won't notice you then. Go into the beach. Then. Even if they ask why you're naked. In chance they see you. You can always say you lost them while diving!"

Her eyes widened. She looked towards the sea.

There were hundreds and hundreds of people swimming and doing… activities.

On the other side, on the beach, there were other hundred eyes on her. She panicked. And looked at the man.

"Go. I'll handle the officers."

Her breathing ragged.

And she ran. Without hiding her body. She ran. She let go of herself as she ran and ran. Her boobs jiggled with the wind. Her hair fluttering. As she ran!

He looked at her. Mesmerized.

As she ran. And ran. And ran. And dived straight into the sea…