Poor Tiffany, not sure what was happening struggled to her knees and scrambled to the nearest tree. Hoping to avoid the melee that ensued, she stifled the urge to scream. Tiffany was grateful for the major distraction caused by the wooden spoon wielding little lady-critter.
Backing away, Tiffany moved out of sight of the hairy little denizens. Too bad she wasn't paying much attention to the direction she was headed. Far enough away, she breathed a sigh of relief. Looking about, she pulled her torn sweater together to hide her exposed breasts. She'd gone too far into the park forest. Now she was lost and not sure which way was out. Limping along on one broken heel, she hoped those 'things' hadn't drawn anymore undue attention to a lone female.
Too bad Tiffany's hopes were soon to be dashed. She was being 'noticed' alright, and not in a good way...
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