Yes. Follow him.*

Pressing your thighs tightly together, you consider your situation, but decide to stand up and approach him. You glance around as a gentle breeze wafts beneath your skirt. But you keep your hands against the fabric as you walk carefully over to him to see what he wants. Using all your self control, you hold back, and ignore all the dirty thoughts flooding through your mind as you linger your stare too long on his physique.

He bends down and digs around in his back, but eventually pulls out a small wrapped blue cube, tied with a yellow ribbon. When you take it, you look with surprise. A gift?

"It's for you. You've been such a nice person and friend since we met. It isn't a big deal or anything. It's something I made in practice."

You're intrigued. When you unwrap the box and open it, the inside is lined with velvet, which houses a beautiful silver necklace gemmed with a lovely green crystal. You gasp in shock and ask what he meant by practice.

"Well, I'm trying to be a jeweler of some kind. I like working with gold, silver, and gemstones."

How thoughtful! You smile and wrap your arms around the man for a hug. His warmth is comforting, so much so that you fear the hug has lasted too long. Your face flushes red, especially at the thought that you're so incredibly close to Troy with nothing beneath your tiny skirt...

"Are you all right? I hope you like your present," he says, snapping you out of your trance.

You assure him that you love it.

With his eyes forever on you, your situation becomes more and more apparent. The fear of getting caught is exciting, as much as you wish it wasn't, and now you're standing in front of such a handsome generous man in the middle of a public park. Part of you wants to stay to talk, but another wants to retreat to safety before somebody sees.