Help Sarah
From Create Your Own Story
You banish the thought from your mind. This is a poor girl in need of help; how could you even think of such a thing.
'Have... have you got any more clothes?' You ask.
'Yes... in my pack.' She pulls her backpack off her shoulder, then removes several apples, a pair of panties, and a bra.
'Sarah, I'm not sure how I'm going to break this to you, but... the clothes your wearing, in their current state, will be a hindrance. That bastard put enough holes in them to get them snagged on anything you run, or even walk, past. Hell, I'd rather be naked than in those.'
She sighs. 'Well... I guess you're right; I ought to change out of these. Could you, maybe, well, look away?'
