The woman turned, but could not leave. The image was a magnet she could not resist. She scolded herself for a wanton, but her hands moved of their own accord to part the bushes again and let her look in with burning eyes. Quick glances at the road assured her she was alone. The man did not know she was watching. Oh, what an abysmal act! How outrageous for him to be doing this thing! In her woods! She wanted to scream at the pervert to stop, to get out, but her voice was imprisoned by her own undeniable if unbidden excitement. She wanted to run back to her car, but her feet were rooted by an
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I got a chuckle from this description of a sexually repressed character and her reaction to seeing someone in a compromised position.
