Hide out on the roof.

Anne darted up the stairs to the roof. It was deserted, now covered by high fencing to prevent people from jumping. The top of the roof was quite windy, and Anne held her skirt firmly in place to prevent it from flying up.

Near the upper part of the fence, Anne saw a cloth object fluttering in a nearby tree. It was a pair of panties. Her panties! Anne stared up at it in surprise. "How did it get up there," she wondered. "No matter," she thought. "That solves one problem," Anne said to herself, as she began to climb. She was about halfway up when the winds picked up again, playfully flitting up parts of her skirt and exposing her soft thighs. Anne blushed furiously. She was fully exposed up here. If anyone were to come onto the roof, they would be treated to a view that they wouldn't soon forget.

Anne was just about to the level of the tree branch when the hem of her dress became caught in the fence links. "Dammit," Anne said to herself. Time was ticking. She could try and tear off a piece of her skirt and jump for the branch, or try to carefully untangle her dress.