It's ramped up even more.

"See that plum tree over there? I'd like you to pluck a few for us to eat afterwards."

You look across the yard. There's a tree on the far right corner covered in plums. You'd have to cross everything to get there, though. You swallow hard, but you accept the challenge. Nobody is around anyway. You start to swiftly step down the path and towards the fountain, all while covering both your front and behind. It feels like the yard is a thousand kilometres long! Finally, the tree is close. It's only several steps ahead of you.

It'll be a little awkward to carry them back while covering yourself up. Perhaps Hannah will have to live with plums that were being pressed against your erogenous zones. Did she think about that already?

"Good boy, Snozz!" The voice of a young boy is heard, followed by laughter.

Your head naps to the right. Not far from the metal fence is a golden lab, a boy who looks to be in their low teens, and another that's about your age that resembles him, so possibly his brother. You feel helpless! There's nothing immediately to hide behind! You look frantically around. So far, they haven't looked over. Once they do, they'll get quite the happy surprise.

Hannah is barely visible from here, but you can still make out her face in the window. She peeks out and puts a hand over her mouth in surprise. She looks worried too, though not nearly as much as you are.

What do you do? The only thing you can think of is to play it safe, and run to the nearest thing you can stand behind. The two boys and their dog aren't more than twenty meters away. All it'll take is once glance, and you'll be caught. So, you creep slowly along the fence as to not make any noise at all. You can't afford them looking before you make it, or you'll be busted, even if you are covered when you are.

As you get closer to a bush, you turn to see a happy dog face smooshed between the bars of the fence. He's trying to get through, but he can't quite fit. You try to tell the dog to stay quiet and go away, but it doesn't understand. Instead, it gets worse. The dog barks.

"Snozz? Where'd you go?" you hear the kid say again.

No, no, no. Bad dog. Very bad dog! You throw care to the wind and spring to the bush, making it just in time as the two come over to retrieve their pet.

The older boy looks you over. The bush you're standing behind reaches just above your navel. To not look suspicious, you stop covering yourself up, and lay your hands at your side casually. The only thing they can see is your upper body anyway. Though, that does nothing for your nerves. All that lies between their eyes and your lower half is a big ball of green leaves and branches.

He does linger on your top still, however. With all the focus on your nude half, you didn't think about how your shirt is still skimpy.

"Sorry," he says. "Please don't call the cops or nothin'. We aren't here to trespass. Just goin' down to the creek, I swear. Snozz loves the water there."

You nod, and speak strangely. You try to tell him that it's fine, and you were just picking fruit, though your voice and body language are all over the place.

Your eyes move over to the dog's, who is still staring directly at you through the fence posts. There's something malicious in those eyes. You can feel it.