[newbalogna]

Chapter 2
Kimmy didn’t stop running until she was well hidden under the board walk, and could no longer hear the braying voices of the beach goers.
She caught her breath in the hot day. She was hemmed in by a bluff on one side, and a rocky beach on the other. She knew this boardwalk ended in a local park about a mile or so from where it began on the beach. Since everyone in town seemed to be at the beach today, the only way out seemed to be the park end. She began to walk that way, threading through the timbers that held up the boardwalk overhead.
As she did, a set a human voices up ahead began to differentiate from the general human noise above her – there was someone down here as well!
She squatted behind a timber and peered out. Up ahead were 5 teen boys, just sitting around. One of them toked on a joint, and passed it onwards. They were talking typical indecipherable teenage nonsense.
They blocked her way onward. She didn’t think she could sneak around them, and she didn’t want to go backwards either.
She got comfortable and waited.
As she did, some movement caught her eye. It was a little crab, cautiously scuttling her way.
As it got closer, she corrected herself: it was not at all little.
It came right up to her leg on the sand, and then stopped. It stood there for a long minute, doing nothing visible.
Kimmy did not want to get up, for fear of attracting the boys’ attention. But she did not like being next to this crab either.
Suddenly, it put one of its legs on hers. She suppressed a scream, and kicked it away. It landed nearby on its back, took a moment to right itself, and then started heading right back to her. Within moments, it was right next to her again.
“Go away!” she whispered sternly to it.
“Dude!” one of the guys said. “I think I just heard a chick!”
To this, the others laughed. “No more for you, man!”
The crab tried to climb on Kimmy again, and she tried to push it a way again. But it had dug into the ground, and would not budge. After suffering a moderate amount of abuse from her, it finally pinched her.
She gasped and cut off the scream that formed, but the initial peal emerged.
“Dudes! Tell me you didn’t hear that!”
She peeked around the corner of the timber. They were silently looking around, but were still seated.
“It must’ve come from up there,” said one, pointing up to the boardwalk.
As she was watching them, she felt crab legs on her again.
The surprise sent chills straight up her spine, causing her to gasp loudly.
“No way! There is someone down here!”
They nodded, and got up. “It sounded like it was coming from this way,” said one, pointing in her direction.
Kimmy got up, and tried to run, but was quickly spotted. She pressed her front up against a timber, covering her rear with her hands. “Uhh, uhh, nothing to see here boys!”
As the boys approached closer, she watched the crab bury itself in the spot where she was sitting just a moment ago.
The boys ringed her, smiling. “Hey, beautiful!”
“Come down here naked a lot?”
“Uhh” Kimmy sputtered, “Just please, I’ll be going now.”
“Don’t be like that!”
“Party with us!”
“Or maybe we should tell the cops there’s a streaker down here!”
This was met with a punch by the alpha of the group. “Nobody’s calling the cops, moron! We’re all high here!”
The ringleader then turns to Kimmy, and smiles. “Fun’s fun, boys, but we should be gentlemen.”
At this, he takes off his shirt, and holds it out to Kimmy. “Here you go, M’lady.” He does a cheesy bow. This earns him giggles from his pack.
Kimmy’s eyes fix on the shirt. He is holding it too far from her. She would have to step away from the timber to get it. “Umm, could you please just give it to me? Please?”
“That’s what I’m doing …”
She sighed, steeled herself, and covering herself as best as she could with her hands, turned to face them.
They looked expectantly at her as she inched to the offering. They held their breath as her arm moved away from her breasts to grab the shirt.
As soon as she held onto the shirt, she felt a sudden tug. The boy had pulled violently on the shirt. But she didn’t want it to get away from her. This ended pulling her forward, and off balance, she slammed right into the kid! They fell together in a sprawl of limbs.
The pack hooted as she tried to get up, but she was having difficulty finding purchase in the sand, with a writhing body under hers. The boy groped her ass, and, and his face smothered by her breasts, he motor boated her (although he may have simply been trying to breathe).
As she felt his hands work around her thighs, she found the impetus to pry loose. She pulled herself to standing, the boys laughing, the ringleader gasping.
“You, you, you filthy animals!” she screamed, tears flowing from her eyes. She then ran forwards, pushing past the paralyzed pack, who were busy laughing and high-fiving their “victory”. In her distress, she quickly forgot about the shirt.