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Chapter 8 by Northfield

Does she run or follow along?

She breaks free and runs

There was no way in hell she was going to go into that house. How could she even have considered that!? The girl's hand was still resting upon her shoulder while her own hands were preoccupied with covering herself up. Without warning she turned away from the girl and slipped from her grasp. She began running, but had forgotten just how boxed in she was.

"Hey! Where are you going?" The girl yelled after her, getting a good view of Hannah's bare butt in the meantime.

Hannah had decided to go for the next yard over, but as she reached the perimeter fence she realized it would not be easy. As she had realized when she jumped into this backyard, it was slightly lower than the neighbouring ones and the fence was much taller as a result. The smooth wooden planks gave her nothing to hold unto and even as she jumped up she could not reach the top. By now the girl had caught up to her and tried to talk to her as Hannah grew even redder than before. She turned around to face her, but not before covering herself up again. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the doors to the house swing open and a whole group of others walked outside, no doubt drawn by all the commotion. She immediately recognized a few boys from her college and screamed. Of course they would recognize her too, so she lifted her hands up to cover her blushing face. This, of course, meant exposed her perky tits to the rushing crowd. Her nipples, hard from the cold and the innate arousal she had felt just from being exposed like this, stood out for everyone to see. For a moment she was frozen like a deer in headlights, but she managed to shake herself out of her fearful trance and turn her back to the group, although not before everyone had taken a good look at her. At last, the girl that had found her first came to her rescue.

"Ok go, go!", she yelled.

Hannah tried again with all her strength and with a powerful jump she just managed to hook her fingers over the top of the fence. She tried to pull herself up, but struggled until she felt two hands push up against her bare ass cheeks. She felt a cold breeze between her legs as she flopped her belly atop the fence and threw one foot over, flashing her wet pussy to the people now right behind her.

With a thud she landed in the next yard over. She was in a state of pure adrenaline now. Had those guys back there recognized her? She grimaced at the thought of the view they must have got while she was climbing over the wall. Fortunately, she had now made it to the last backyard and could see the clothesline in front of her with a range of clothes still hanging them. She rushed on over and grabbed the first thing she could find that would cover her up. There were mostly socks, towels and a set of bedlinnen, but she was happy to find a white-and-blue summer dress as well. She pulled it free from the line and quickly put it on, along with a pair of long black socks for good measure.

Only then, dressed and well, did she look over to the house this backyard belonged to and was relieved to find it with all the lights turned off. Now the question remained: how would she go back home? Oh, and she still needed to find her house key of course. She could hardly go back the way she'd came. The people were still there and they'd recognize her for sure if they hadn't already. Going forward did not really seem like a good option either. Eventually she'd reach the end of the block, but she did not want to cross anymore backyards if at all possible. Instead, she look towards the end opposite of the house. Much like her own backyard, the property bordered the public park behind which stood the appartement complex. She could go through there and maybe even find her key while she was there.

What will it be?

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