(chapter originally by benway69 at writing.com)
"Well at least things can't get any worse" thought Isabel hoping the bees wouldn't follow her.
There was a loud creaking noise as the entire tree lurched to the side.
"It's rotten!" she cried, "the rotten tree is rotten!"
Three things happened at once:
The bees went into a frenzy, driven mad by the threat to their hive.
The tree slowly began to topple towards a huge oak tree.
The branch which her underwear was hooked on tilted at a steeper and steeper angle even as it bent under her weight and she began to slide off of the end.
Meanwhile, down on the ground, Graham Scott was attempting in vain to introduce his twelve year old son, Eddie, to the joys of 'twitching', or bird watching. Early they had risen and much had Eddie complained, but the sight of the magnificent Robinson's tit that he had his binoculars fixed on would win the lad over he was sure.
A vast swarm of very angry bees converged on Isabel as she stared in mute shock at the great tree hurtling towards her. The tree toppled and fell past the oak, Isabel's branch catching, bending back and snapping free, tearing off her knickers and catapulting Isabel into the air like a pistachio shell out of an elastic band.
"So son," droned Graham, "Do you still think this was a waste of time?"
Eddie stared, transfixed through his binoculars at the vision of a beautiful completely naked woman soaring through the air tumbling and waving her arms and legs as she arced over some trees.
"........ No dad. This is great."
"Oh? What was that that caught your eye there lad?"
"........... a female crested muff and a pair of tits."
Isabel sails through the air and
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