She knows!

Jenna stood there momentarily, scratching her head in confusion. Then she heard a gasp beside her.

"Mommy look, that woman is nakee!"

"Don't look, Bobby!"

A little surprised at this, Jenna turned to find a stern-faced, angry looking woman in a bikini and sarong dragging a young boy towards the beach. She was glaring in Jenna's direction, while the boy was staring open-mouthed. Instinctively Jenna turned to see the naked lady they were both looking at. There was nobody in that direction. Strange. Where was the 'nakee woman'?

Jenna blinked. They weren't.... they weren't staring at her. They couldn't be. Why would they think she was naked?

She looked down.

"Oh." she whimpered.

She covered herself with her hands, turned and fled back towards her car. She hunched over beside the driver's door, slipped her purse off her shoulder and began to search through it frantically for her keys. If she had been perhaps a little calmer she might have found them before the shout came.

"Excuse me!" a woman's voice called. "Miss!"

Jenna looked up. Over the top of her car she could see a woman in her mid-twenties, fairly attractive, with blonde hair tied into a ponytail. Although the cars hid her lower half, Jenna could see she was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with "BEACH GUARD" written in large, white writing on the front. Her panic intensified. They were essentially the beach police. They were going to call the cops and send her to prison for lewd behaviour!