"But where will we go?" the man asked. "The woods are alive with non-nudists today. We hardly know which way to turn."
"You should have thought of that before you took your clothes off," Julie said edgily.
At the far end of the clearing there was a dry parting of the bushes and Marc ambled into range. His gaze went no farther than the nearest nudist and, despite the gun, he put his hands over his eyes.
"Marc!" Julie cried.
At the sound of Julie's voice Marc's face drained of all color. The worst had happened, just as he had suspected. Under Mario's degrading influence, Julie had not only gone astray, she had even joined the nudists.
"Julie!" he cried forlornly. "How could you do a thing like this?"
"A thing like what?" Julie asked, getting to her feet. "What are you talking about?"
"Running around—like that!" Marc said.
"I'm not running around," Julie said, inching her neckline up guiltily. "Why are you holding your hands over your eyes like that? And what are you doing with that gun?"