It's always someone they know...

"Ashley?" Asked a familiar female voice "Ashley is that you?"

The nude girl took a deep breath, imagining the scene. A nude girl clipping flowers, covered in bits of plant and grass, with her back to someone who recognises her...how does she even handle this situation?

"Uhhh...no...no is not...no speako English?" Ashley tried desperately to sound like a foreign gardener or something.

"Ashley I know it's you...just...are you okay?" Ashley cringed as her terrible defence failed, looking over her shoulder to see her teacher, Miss Winters, out walking her dog.

"I uh..." The nude girl replied dumbly, somehow seeing who'd caught her made it feel so much worse "I...y-yeah I just...it's a...fine morning, right Miss?" She chuckled awkwardly

"A fine morning to do yardwork naked? Are you sure you're okay?" Miss Winters asked with genuine concern

"I'm fine, really...I just thought it felt way too warm...that and uh...no dirty clothes, right?"

"I see, well...you better not get into trouble..."

"Please don't tell my mom?" Ashley pleaded

"Only if you do my yard...then I'll see"

"Your yard..."

"If it's as fine a morning as you say, you won't mind more relaxing yardwork, now would you?"

Ashley knew where Miss Winters lived, it wasn't far, but it'd be about a ten minute walk in the buff.