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faded.
         Wouldn't surprise me, Darcy thought, if he sneaks back for a second look.
         Weird little creep.
         Take it easy on him, she thought. He brought me the jacket.
         Just an excuse to take a peek. I should've figured he'd do something like that.
        She turned her back to the opening, held the pants between her legs, and got into the jacket. It was a wind-breaker of synthetic fabric that felt weightless. It was slick and cool against her skin. Tucking her chin down, she bent over slightly to watch her trembling hands struggle with the zipper. And noticed how her damp panties clung like transparent skin.
        She felt sick.
         The bastard couldn't have seen more if I was naked, she thought.
         Damn him!
        At last, she fitted the zipper together. She slid the tab up.
        And sighed, moments later, when she felt how the jacket seemed to trap her body heat.
         At least I got the jacket out of the deal, she told herself.
         Would've been better to freeze, though, than have this shit lay his eyes all over me.
        Darcy continued to shake as she finished wringing the water from her pants. But the tremors weren't from this - she shook with fury and humiliation.
        Mad enough, he saw my breasts.
         Maybe he didn't notice the other.
         Fat chance. He's short and he was standing below me.
         He saw, all right.
        She stepped into her pants and pulled them up. After lilting the pockets, she worked the belt through the loops mid buckled it. She squeezed the water from her socks, pulled them on, and stepped into her shoes.
        It felt good to be dressed again. Though she was still wet and cold from the waist down, the jacket gave her enough warmth to make the discomfort seem minor.
        She debated what to do with the remaining clothes. She certainly didn't want to put them on. She could bundle up the bra and blouse inside her jacket and take them with her, but that seemed like too much trouble. I'll just pick them up the next time I'm down here, she decided, and draped the jacket over the wheelbarrow handle.
        
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        When Kyle reached the bottom of the stairs, he took a few more steps to make Darcy think he was going away. The tourists were still gathered on the dock. Their bodies blocked most of the light from the other flash. He watched until he was sure no one was approaching him, then turned around and returned, walking slowly and tolling his feet quietly from heel to toe.
        He stopped at the bottom of the six rock stairs, and glanced up at Darcy.
        She had the jacket on. Her back was toward him. Her head was down, and she seemed to be trying to fasten the zipper. The jacket wasn't quite long enough to reach her hips. It left a band of bare skin above her low, brief panties.
        Though her back was in shadow, he could see a hint of the darker, curving crease between her buttocks.
        She zipped up the jacket, then started wringing out her pants.
        Kyle stared at her long, slim legs, at the smooth mounds of her rump.
        He wished she would take off the jacket and give him another look at her front. He wanted more than anything to see her breasts again. For just an instant, while she was turning around before, he'd seen them in the light. They were pale and the nipples were sticking out. Then, she'd covered them and her front had been in shadow.
        She might take the jacket off, he told himself. She might go to get into her bra and shirt again. But she wouldn't have to turn around to do that.
        Worth sticking around for, though. If she only turned sideways a bit, he'd at least get a glimpse.
        Amy Lawson was nothing next to Darcy.
         She's all yours, Dad had said.
        What if he could do Darcy the way he'd done Amy?
        Kyle had had that thought many times before, but now it was almost too much for