No

No, Jillian decided. The only people who knew about her predicament didn't seem at all interested in helping her. And she wasn't due back from her vacation for several days.

She started walking, going where her feet took her.

As Jillian walked, she wondered.

Who had taken her stuff? And why? What did he plan to do with it? And why hadn't he revealed himself?

She needed her clothes. And her backpack. She needed that, too. Her driver's license, wallet, keys, cell phone and airline ticket were in that backpack. She had to have those things. She couldn't go around naked like this. She had a stellar body. She was especially proud of her large breasts. However the pubic form an arrow pointing at her vagina wasn't feeling as good anymore. And she could feel her bouncy booty jiggling with each step she took. Her empowered feeling of being nude was no longer there. She needed her stuff.

But how was she going to find it? Where would she start looking?

Suddenly, Jillian stopped. She looked then listened to the sounds she was hearing.

Only a few yards in front of her was a road.

A long, straight two-lane blacktop road.

She could see cars rolling by every several seconds. The flashes of the camera flashed in her mind as she raised her hands to cover what she could of her goods.

Jillian stood in the woods, just off the road, for a while clutching at her most intimate parts. She was **** to approach anyone again, after what had happened last time with the four boys. Despite plenty of men having already seen her on the internet.

Finally, however, she decided she had ****. She needed help. She needed to find her clothes and backpack, find something to cover her amazing body, or to get out of these woods.

She stepped out of the woods and walked up to the edge of the road. She began waving her hand exposing her chest but still covering her pussy at the closest approaching car.

"Help me," she said. "Can you please help me."

The car slowed, then pulled off the road and stopped, just feet from Jillian.