Its a sunny morning, a slight breeze but warm enough to to swim, you walk to the lake connected to the cove, you make after a 45 minute walk from your cottage you make to the cove, you take off you clothes, leaving you in your undergarments. You walk into the water, it was warm, wich is perfect, your peace is ruined by a whistle coming from the rocks near the back off the lake.* Aye, aye, what a pretty thing like you doing in my territory. Iβd say smirking at the un expecting visiter.
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