Her towel was miraculously in place

(chapter originally by hanskumoekk at writing.com)

"Thank goodness!" Isabel muttered to herself noticing that the towel was still intact and covering her. Luckily for her, she had tied the towel's ends soundly together above her breasts, although the towel had slipped a little at the side, showing a lot of her bare left thigh.

Isabel was on her knees, leaning her upper body on her arms getting ready to get up as she suddenly felt a hard tug on her towel down where her towel was covering her butt cheeks. The towel got pulled down a little at the front as Isabel hurried her left arm to hold on to her towel as she turned her head around to see what it was.

She was tripped up by a dog and the same dog was now pulling at her towel, wanting to play. Isabel kept a hold of her towel as she turned her head back to look forward, and there she saw a group of young men in their late teens and early twenties running. "THERE SHE IS!" they yelled as Isabel simply had to get a way out.

People had gathered around her, and they all witnessed a panicky beautiful blonde woman kicking the dog hard, sending it bouncing away frightened and scattered. The crowd let out a loud and sad "awww" as Isabel got back to her feet and had to get away fast. Suddenly one of the women who had gathered around her, amongst others, spoke up.

"Hey, those guys are obviously running after her for a reason! And she kicked that poor dog!"

Isabel's eyes went wide as she tried to plead her case.

"No! I..."

She stopped as she realized that the people had started to form a blockade in the opposite direction of where the men were coming from, standing with their arms crossed and trying to block the path she was running in earlier.

Then...