of course!

She has extraordinarily long brown hair. Her face, though contorted into a grimace by pain and distress, is very attractive. You notice this without thinking as you move rapidly to her side. The log, though rotted and waterlogged, is broad and heavy. "Are you in pain?" you ask. "Oh, yes! It hurts, but not that badly." Your presence seems to have calmed her and she seems almost furtive. Something sets off an alarm in your mind. Something is strange here, you think. Then you notice her clothing.

She is not clad in jeans and tee-shirt, as you'd expect for a girl out camping. She wears instead a short...sundress, you'd call it. But it is a light green and it kind of shimmers in the dim light filtering through the dense canopy of the forest. Then you notice her eyes! They seem to almost glow. You have no name for their color. It seems to change from moment to moment, yet they have the normal dark pupil at the center. They seem to look right into your soul. You recognize that you have immediately fallen into the deepest love you've ever felt.

All this takes place in a millisecond, as you move to the log. Reaching down into the icy water, you feel her foot. It is bare. As you feel around to estimate any damage, you realize your face is inches from her bare leg. You breathe deeply and pick up her scent. It is composed of several aromas, some you can name, some you can't. The whole is an intoxicating combination that distracts you for a minute.

As you sit up, you cast your eyes about for a lever. At the edge of the clearing there is an arm-thick branch lying in the grass. You bring it back to the log. Carefully avoiding her leg, you thrust it under the log. A rock makes a fulcrum and you put all your weight on the lever. The log slides a little, but lifts enough for the girl to snatch her foot from it's imprisonment. She rolls over on the mossy bank and rubs at her ankle. Her upraised leg exposes the entire length of leg. You can't be certain, but it seems she is wearing nothing under the dress..