Turn around and count to one hundred.

"Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred!"

When I turn back she's gone, of course. And so are my clothes. They'll be a little small for her, but she'll get back to the village with her dignity intact. She won't have to creep home naked, ashamed and nervous and **** and exposed to the laughter of everyone in the town. Unlike me.

I hear an eagle cry in the distance. Except for the birds and the butterflies, I'm all alone. Stuck here. Naked. A hapless, stupid victim of the oldest trick in the book. How she must be laughing at me.

Well, there's nothing for it. I can't just stay here all day. Nobody's coming to rescue me. I climb out of the water and stand, dripping wet, on the bank of the pool, acutely conscious of my state of undress. There's no-one around, but I still feel like somebody's watching me. Seeing me. Seeing my tits and my ass and my pussy. Seeing me naked.

I want to cover myself, but I'd feel even more ridiculous covering myself with no-one watching. So I just stand there, peering at the roads and doing my best to ignore the feeling. Which track did I take to get here? I can see two of them - one to the left and one to the right, both leading uphill. Will they both take me back to the road?