She emerged from depths and splashed through the shoal, dripping, naked, wanting. He couldn’t help but stare at her pale beauty and the way the sunlight illuminated the droplets of water caressing her body. To say he was enraptured was an understatement.
Every week she came here to bath and he watched, not out of voyeuristic lust but to protect her, although it grew increasingly hard not to succumb to his lustful desires. Her youthful innocence begged to be taken, that was why he was here, to ensure that it was not but who could protect her from him?