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Chapter 4 by jw_wjw jw_wjw

How much of Kristy's clothes are still there? How about people?

She runs into a very peeved groundskeeper

As I stepped out onto the quad with my empty basket in hand, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. What would I find? Would there be any clothes left for me to wear? The thought of having to go naked for an extended period of time was both thrilling and terrifying.

I scanned the area, taking in the scene. To my surprise, there were still a few pieces of clothing scattered about - a stray sock here, a shirt there. It seemed that my little experiment had not gone completely awry. I bent down to pick up a pair of panties, feeling the soft fabric with my hands. As I examined the panties, I noticed a figure approaching from the distance.

It was a tall man with a commanding presence, his piercing gaze fixed on me. As he drew closer, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. His eyes seemed to be roaming over my naked body, taking in every detail.

He came to a stop in front of me, his expression unreadable. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Looks like someone's having a little fun at my expense."

"Excuse me?" I said, trying to sound confident despite my nakedness. His eyes were like lasers, boring into me, making me feel as if he could see right through me.

He took a step closer, and I could smell his cologne, a musky scent that made my head spin. "You know exactly what you've done," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You've made a mockery of my work. Do you have any idea how much time and effort I put into maintaining this space?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I was just throwing out some old clothes."

The man scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "Old clothes? Is this where you throw your old shit out? This is my domain, my sanctuary."

I took a step back, my bare feet sinking into the grass. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize," I stammered, trying to sound apologetic.

The man's eyes narrowed further, his lips curling into a sneer. "Sorry doesn't cut it, sweetheart," he spat out. "You've made a mess of everything. And now, you'll have to face the consequences."

He took another step forward, closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his presence both intimidating and strangely alluring. My heart pounded in my chest, my nipples hardening under his intense gaze.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Report me?"

The man chuckled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

What does the man want? Does Kristy agree?

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