While picking litter you discover a place once used for secret trysts

For the first few minutes you're left alone but for frequent, lustful gazes. You quickly spear one item after another, trying to move away from the boys to find some privacy and safety. Maybe if you're out of sight you can stop for a moment.

Unfortunately, as you move away you notice that there's always a few boys moving along with you. Looking around the overgrown area you realize that you've moved into a more secluded areas, with some sort of building to your left and thorny bushes on either side. There's plenty of litter here, maybe enough to fill your bag, a lot of it hanging off the thorns like ribbons... or slugs.

"Ugh."

When you start to spear the top layers you realize you've just bagged a minidress, or maybe a long t-shirt, followed by some muddy, bug-ridden underwear - panties or shorts you're not sure, they're folded up and crusty, teeming with wildlife. Next you find an old pair of mouldy shoes that are fill with mud and leaves.

Visions of finding a body underneath it all fill your head, but instead you find a filthy smelly blanket that's crawling with roaches, ants, earwigs and other creepy crawlies that have you shying away until something squelches under your feet, drawing a soft cry of surprise from you.

"What is that?" you wonder, staring down at what you stepped on. You'd expect bugs, but you're half-fearful that it's a corpse of some small animal. It looks long and thick, and though it's covered in dirt it has a sort of shiny look to it where the grime isn't covering it.

Not wanting to kneel in the filth you put your hands on your knees and bend over to get a closer look. After a long moment of tilting your head this way and that you use the litter stick to pry it out of the ground and fumble it up towards your eyes.

"Oh no... that isn't..." you look up from the object and realize what those things on the thorns are. They're not ribbons or insects, they're condoms! Some sick perverts have been using this shithole of a grove as a make-out place. It might've been years ago, or it might've been weeks, but all this litter comes from people having wild sex in this grimy little 'clearing'. How the hell they had the room for it you can't imagine, but you know that you don't want to be here if anyone comes along.

On the other hand, there is enough garbage to fill your bag. And if you fill your bag maybe the warden will let you go early and get away from the leering eyes of the boys. One way or another you need to decide fast!