It was then she staged her most daring provocation, for, with the men tracking her off in the hills, there was no one to stop her from taking a stroll through town. Suddenly, as if materializing out of the air, she appeared at the fountain in the square, barefoot in sackcloth. She looked about. No one paid her any mind until, with a knowing smirk, she drew the sackcloth over her head and dropped it in the dust.
Women gaped as she marched up the street, shielding the eyes of their small children. Young boys crowded in her wake, each daring the others to smack her bare bum, or squeeze her titties, or merely tap her leg. Yet each was too frightened to do it himself.
“You first!” cried one.
“No, you!” cried another.
“Fraidy cat!”
“You’re the fraidy cat!”
“Well, if you’re not afraid —”
They touched themselves as they followed along. Those who were old enough made a mess in their trousers. Those who weren’t could only wonder at the discovery that their little organs were good for something other than relieving themselves.
Then, as suddenly as the apparition had appeared, it was gone. As the parade approached the cobbler’s shop, the girl broke into a run, her bare behind flashing around the corner and down the alley. The boys, caught by surprise, hesitated a moment, then dashed after her, but when they reached the rear of the cottage, she was nowhere to be seen. (She had, of course, slipped in the back door.)
Toward nightfall, the men of the village returned, only to learn they had been duped. Once again, they confronted the shoemaker, who once again called upon his daughters, who once again blamed each other for the spectacle.
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Nice story. A little bit hard to read for me as non-native english speaker, but I enjoyed it.
Were they underage ?