Every step is agony as Christina tries to navigate the rough terrain of the forest floor. Feeling she has put some distance between herself and the warehouse, she stops to rest on a large rock for a few moments. Looking down, she sees the run has caused her once elegant hose to become tattered shreds of white fabric. She takes off the remains of her nylons and uses them wipe blood of her cut feet. "If i get out of this, I will never wear nylons again." Suddenly she hears the ATV's approaching and takes off again, leaving the bloody torn hose behind. From her rest rock, she scales down a muddy bank and finds herself in a shallow creek. The light of the full moon lights her way as she walks through the cool water and soft sandy bottom of the creek. She steps on an occasional rock, but, the trek is still better on her feet than her earlier run was.
"She was here not long ago," The limo driver says as he picks up Christina's discarded nylons at the rock. I bet she went down the bank and into the creek."
"Well," let's get down there and run her down," one of the other men replies.
"It's not that easy, the creek has a soft sandy bottom, we will get stuck. We will have to try to cut her off at the bend a few miles down stream."
The driver remounts his ATV and leads the others towards the bend.
Back in the creek, Christina is getting exhausted. She is about to pass out when she sees a small flashing light on the bank. "Help me," she cries out." She hears splashes of the figure walking towards her before passing out. A short time later, she wakes in a soft bed with bandages on her feet and legs. A quick look around reveals she is in the bedroom of an old RV. "Welcome back," a middle aged woman says from the small room's doorway. I'm Lacy, what has you running around the creek in a cocktail dress?"
Christina sits up and tells Lacy her ordeal. While doing so, she looks her rescuer over. Lacy has a plus sized body type with D-Cup breasts. She has beautiful green eyes that match well with her shoulder length red hair which she has pulled up into a loose ponytail. She is wearing a red flannel shirt with blue jeans and brown work boots.
"That is quite the take," Lacy says after Christina is done speaking. "I was wondering what was going on at that old warehouse."
"You've seen the warehouse?"
"Of course," Lacy replies, "many years ago I worked there when it was used as a distribution center for a cola company. About 6 years ago, the company went under and since then the warehouse has been empty. A couple weeks ago, these guys showed up with a half dozen limos. I thought about calling the cops to see if they had permission to be there, but, decided to mind my business and steer clear."
"Where are we now?"
"Don't worry dear," you are safe from those guys. Right now we are at my campsite downstream from where you passed out. In the morning, I'll take you into town with my pickup. Get some rest, If those guys show up looking for you, I will play dumb. if that don't work, I have Bessie." Lacy pulls a double barrel shotgun out of a cupboard. Christina smiles and drifts back to sleep.
The redhead turns out all the lights and exits the camper. Keeping Bessie close, she back by her campfire. A short time later, three ATV's emerge from the forest and approach the campsite.
