Help her out

“I did but *sigh* I tripped over a rock and lost them.” I said. Ms. A looked embarrassed and **** for me to be gazing at her wet and naked body. “Well either way, I need to figure out how the hell I’m going to get out of here….did you bring your car?” She suddenly changed the subject. I answered yes. “Are there any other clothes in it?” For the life of me I couldn’t remember. “I’m not sure but we can look when we get there.” I answered back. I tried to come closer to her to offer her my hand in help. I was about 20 feet away as I continued to walk. “Here, let me help you.” I said. “No!” she shouted but then regained composure and talked in a gritting voice trying to seem like she wasn’t freaking out. “Sorry, obviously I’m a little stressed about all this. Just walk to your car and I’ll follow. Ok?” She asked. We walked the 100 or so feet back. I wouldn’t dare look over my shoulders and see my friend’s mom glaring a deep hole into my soul with one of her arms covering her ample chest. But I could hear her struggling to get through the thick trees and twigs on her bare feet. “Ouch” “Shit” I heard her mutter to herself.