The cool afternoon breezes cause the trees to sway ever so slightly, and the willows to look like they are actually weeping. The thickets of clover and violets are thick around the creekbed, a perfect place to leave my clothes for a quick dip in the creek. I slowly sink into the cool crisp water, clear as a crystal ball, my muscles rippling alongside of the small waves. I swim out to the middle of the creek and dive to the bottom for a few moments, the cold water temporarily shocking me as my face goes under. I come back up shaking my head and wiping the water from my brow only to see that my clothes are no longer under the willow tree. I look around and call out....no answer....Then I spot some movement over by the bushes, and I see my shirt, being held out my a slender hand...I call out WHO'S THERE????? to which you reply...
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23M very creative and open to ALMOST anything