Scene 14 — Lindsey

Pleased that Cal understood the plan, Lindsey took one more glimpse up the creek to ensure they were out of sight. The purpose of their short run before jumping into the creek had been so Annie and Stefan couldn’t imitate her plan. Satisfied they were out of sight, she lowered herself into the spot Cal had just used and pressed herself into the mud, taking advantage of the shallow depression he had created. She briefly lamented staining her cute lime green top then put it out of her mind; victory was the goal. She began slowly moving under the fence just as Cal had. Unfortunately she had a problem Cal didn’t have to deal with: breasts. She tried to suck in her breath as her shoulders passed under the fence, but her bust was just a little too big. The problematic barb caught perfectly in the vee of her top.

“Can you get it any higher?” she asked Cal.

“Pulling ... as ... hard ... as I can,” Cal grunted. The wire might have moved a tiny amount, but Lindsey was worried if his grip slipped at all she would get stabbed.

“Fuck it,” Lindsey said, and began pushing again, sucking in a breath. The barb tore her shirt but passed between her boobs without any damage. The tearing only stopped below her breasts when the barb gained an additional half inch of clearance beneath her bustline. With a sigh of relief she continued her progress slithering under the fence. Just like Cal she felt mud being pushed under her collar and down her back, as well some going under the waistband of her pants. She had to admit she didn’t hate the feeling. She wondered vaguely if Cal would appreciate the color coordination between her panties and white bralette with red dots that had been exposed by her now extremely low cut shirt.

Soon she was under the fence, she rolled over onto her front and quickly climbed the bank. Cal did the same. Lindsey emerged over the bank terrified she’d see Stefan and Annie tearing across this third field but she was surprised to see no sight of them. This field was clearly for grazing, but had not been used in some time as the grass was nice and thick. The thick grass had absorbed most of the moisture from last night’s rain so their run across it was much easier than the muddy slog of the previous fields.

The border between this field and the next was a grassy berm with steep sides. Cal was about to leap up when he noticed a metal culvert under the berm for drainage and to prevent it from washing out. He tugged Lindsey on the arm and gestured then ran towards it at full pelt. At the last second he dove, extending his hands in front of his body like an Olympic diver. His gamble paid off, the culvert had a nice layer of thin, slippery sludge, some disgusting mixture of water, mud, oil and who knew what else. Cal sailed right through barely slowing although his otherwise reasonably clean front became completely covered in the sludge.