Ah, the evil cucumbers! What wuold YOU do if cucumbers would suddendly stalk and attack you? How would you react? That's something you should not underestimate. Listen to me: Better be prepared than sorry (estote parati).
Let's start with the second (or bottom) image (click on it to enlarge) where our "pantyhose" clothed, "french maid" posette, cannot (and should not) run away any more. Woah! She might even loose her cherished pink sandals! "La pauvre petite est bien perdue dans cette immensité de verdure!"
Maybe she'll be gone for good! Who knows what will happen next? (I do: The sturdy determination you can read on her face won't save her, I fear. Quite the contrary).
Anyway you can easily discern, here, a particularly nasty example of the many assorted parthenocarpic humiliations that such as evil as preposterous cucurbitaceae usually inflict on innocent female runners (and /or pantyhose joggers).
Now compare this stressed situation with the previous, somehow more relaxed posette, equally caught by the evil cucumbers in the same part of the perilous garden by the same surveillance camera.
This one, with her nice neo-classical almost transparent tunic (and waay more opened and relaxed legs), seems to follow the old (bogus) advice "try to resist, if you cannot, enjoy it". Maybe she's just dreaming? Oh no, unfortunately. As the sequel of these stories will show, the soft abandon you can read on her face won't save her, I fear. Quite the contrary)..
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