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me relentlessly, high beam pinning me in its glare again. I sped up, self-preservation lending wings to my feet. I desperately ran as fast as I could, arms and legs pumping, tripping over plants, lungs bursting, until I hit the road. I threw my head left and then right, trying to decide which direction to head. In the end I went where a car couldn’t travel and that was straight ahead. I sprinted towards the giant old mango tree on the other side of the road that grew next to the high fence surrounding the nudist community. Local boys had been climbing up its branches for decades, peeping over the fence and learning a lot about female anatomy in the process.
    The car sped straight ahead, following me, wildly flying across the road and screeching to a stop, mere centimetres from the trunk of the mango tree. The driver’s door flung open and a tall, well-built man stepped out into the rain.
    “Tessie Fuller!” he shouted loudly in the silence. “Come and play with me, lovely.”
    It was Red Bycraft.
    My heart doubled up on its already thumping beat. I struggled to calm down and control my emotions, needing to think and plan clearly. I was standing a bare two metres away from him on the other side of the huge trunk, pressed up against its reassuring girth, holding my breath. I thought my lungs would explode.
    “Tessie!” he shouted out again. “I’m waiting for you.”
    As quietly as possibly, I climbed the tree, grabbing low lying branches and using the knobbly trunk for footholds, memories flooding back as I did. I was very familiar with this tree myself, and I’m embarrassed to admit that my girlfriends and I had climbed it a number of times as teenagers, despite our condescending comments to the boys in town for doing the same. We’d been just as curious about men’s bodies as they were about women’s, although the middle-aged paunches and wrinkly appendages we’d spied in the nudist community had almost turned us all into committed lifelong virgins.
    Climbing with cautious silence, I made only slow progress up the trunk catching glimpses of Red through the branches. I was thankful that his continued taunting helped cover any noise I made as I moved.
    He grew angry, cursed with an impatient nature and a short fuse. “Where the fuck are you? I know you’re close by and I want to play. You’re making me wait. When I find you, I am going to make you pay for that,” he threatened, waving his arm in the air, grasping something in his hand. “And guess what, Tessie? I have a gun of my own now.”
    That wasn’t welcome news and although I strained my eyes in the gloom, I couldn’t see what type it was or even if it really was a handgun he was brandishing so dangerously. But I sure wasn’t waiting around to find out either.
    Still climbing, I reached a branch that dangled over the fence to the nudist community. I slid myself along it slowly trying to be quiet, getting soaked in the process. I neared the fence, intending on dropping down into the grounds of the community and escaping from him that way. He noticed the movement of me scraping along the branch though, and turned his head up towards me. I peered down at his face with its mane of wavy golden hair, now longer than the last time I’d seen him and glistening with rain. He grinned in delight when he spotted me, his white teeth bright in the gloom of the rainy dawn.
    “Hello, Tessie lovely,” he laughed, pointing his gun in my direction. “Long time, no see. Have you missed me? Come on down, now. I want to play with you.”
    “Go to hell,” I replied instead. I swung myself over the fence into the nudist community, landing hard and slipping on the wet paving bricks that surrounded its ‘Come Together’ pool and spa, situated at the back of the complex. Everything in the community was named after a Beatles’ song. Its founder, ironically named George Harrison himself, was a huge fan who boasted that he’d gone to primary school with John Lennon