Immersed to her chin in the calmer waters of the firth, she groaned as the cool water sluiced over her aching bones. Suddenly, she jumped up and slapped a hand to her backside. “Blasted rock!” Up to her knees in water, she bent at the waist, glaring at the large jagged rock in her hand while she rubbed her abused bottom with vigor. A twig cracked behind her and she froze. Fearful, she forced herself to look to the side and scrutinize the trees near the embankment. To her horror, the dark outline of a motionless figure stopped under an ancient elm filled her view. Petrified, she lurched upright and hurled the stone with every ounce of energy. It landed a few feet shy of its target and she cursed. Cool air drifted across her bare breasts, a latent reminder of her state of undress. The idea that her breasts had been well-illuminated by the shaft of light poking through the canopy of leaves mortified her to her marrow. She plunged neck deep into the water and screamed.
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