Leap!

What the fuck was I thinking?

The trespassing reporter dove behind a stack of pallets as a pair of thugs turned the corner. Their flashlights swept back and forth over the yard in search of an intruder, several times illuminating her hiding place. After a few minutes they turned and left. Hannah let out a sigh of relief and looked again to the section of wall she had jumped over. There, tangled up in the wire and hanging mostly on the far side of the wall, was her torn skirt. She hadn't leapt quite far enough to clear the barrier and found her backside scraping against the wire on the way down. With a rip and a flip she landed with a shout and no bottoms.

None whatsoever.

She had been so wrapped up in chasing her exclusive that she had forgotten she was going commando. Now she crouched in cover with nothing on her lower body but shoes and stockings. Hannah grit her teeth at her situation, looked around to make sure the coast was clear and stepped out of her cover. The exposed young woman crept in the shadows along the edge of the yard on her journey to the garage and its mysterious vans.

I wasn't planning on being seen anyway. So long as I don't mess that up what I'm wearing doesn't matter. I just need to get in, get pictures and get out without being found.