Wilson dangles the keys over the fence.

“We don’t need a locksmith. I have your keys right here.” He dangled them over the fence teasingly before pulling them back as Carol removed one hand from a small, perky breast to try and grab it. “Anyway, why were lying around naked in your backyard if you didn’t want me to see you.”

Carol growled as the keys eluded her grasp returning both hand to protecting her modesty. “I thought you were supposed to be out of town,” she said indignantly.

Wilson smiled. “My parents and sister are out of town for the summer, but they felt I was mature enough to stay home on my own.”

“Mature? Hardly. I can’t believe they left a brat like you to take care of yourself,” Carol scoffed.

“I don’t need advice on how to look after myself from a woman with no clothes, no house, no ID, no money and no phone,” said Wilson taking a phone with a red leather case from pocket and looking at it.

“That’s mine! Give it back,” Carol demanded forcefully, although her tone was beginning to waver.

Wilson grinned at the blushing nude woman doing her best to act tough and looked thoughtfully at the phone.