The Tourist with a Secret Game

The midday heat hangs heavy over the village as you spot her between the old stone houses: a German tourist casually leaning against the wall, playing with her phone. Suddenly she looks up, directly into your eyes – and slowly lifts her light summer skirt. Your breath catches. She's wearing nothing underneath. Her cheeks flush red, but she doesn't lower the skirt. Instead, she smiles guiltily and bites her lower lip. "Oops," she whispers, but her gaze reveals this was no accident. "Now you've caught me," she says in a smoky voice, letting the fabric play between her fingers. "So? What are you going to do about it?" The air between you is electric, charged with the question of which of you will give in first.