The picnic was not her idea, but as usual, being the youngest sister meant her feelings on the matter were irrelevant. She sighed for the duration of the short hike through the fields, sighs which were, for the main part, ignored. She huffed for further emphasis, receiving a satisfactory glare from her eldest sister. She smirked to herself and trudged along.<br/><br/>She became distracted by a flashing near the lake. She looked again, certain it was simply sun reflecting off the water. her hand lifted to push back her pale blond hair from her forehead, and peered again. No..it was...what<em>WAS</em>it? She frowned and squinted harder. That quickly, it was gone. Her curiosity was piqued, but she brushed it aside in favor of an unusually large patch of daisies there, right at the edge of the beach they had just come to. She almost squealed, in fact, she may have, as her sister turned again to narrow her eyes in her habitual hostile way. "But..daisies!" She pointed and ran over to collect them.<br/><br/>Her family continued further onto the beach, spreading the blankets and settling down for an afternoon of certain boredom. Her parents spoke in low tones about something parents might speak of, her older sister spent time slathering her face with a sort of cream meant to shield her delicate complexion, but more likely to cause her to blister. Feeling they would not notice if she had not joined them, she stayed where she was, delightedly making daisy chains and flower jewelry, becoming lost in her own thoughts.<br/><br/>Thoughts which seemed to center more and more on a specific target, a neighbor of theirs, older than her yes, but oh how  handsome! He was kind to her in a brotherly sort of way, listening patiently as she rambled on about whatever happened to fascinate her at the moment, joining her on her daily outings through the woods behind their house, helping her when she became stuck in a chore or errand. Sally sighed again, this time in bliss as she thought of how his hair fell across his face, and how it looked as if it would feel softer than her kitten's fur. How his hands would feel were they to accidentally touch, how her body would respond if he brushed against her...<br/><br/>She blushed and looked around, sure she was caught thinking such sinful things, trying her hardest to ignore the tingling bits her ideas had brought to life. Shameful she was, as her sister told her almost daily. She felt infinite guilt and shifted her weight, then moaned. A small gasp as she did it again. Her breathing increased just a fraction and the corners of her mouth twisted up. She was tempted to touch this newly awakened part of her, and scolded herself. She should go back to the others, before she lost her wits completely.<br/><br/>Sally stood quickly, feeling slightly lightheaded when she saw it again. This time the flash came from closer, over there, near the tree line surrounding the lake. Without thinking her actions through, typical her, she went after it. She found herself near running as she came closer, expecting it too vanish again. She concentrated on it, willing it to stay, her heart racing--<br/><br/>"Oh!"<br/><br/>She was falling in pitch blackness, the hole she had fallen into must have been enormous! And it seemed to grow wider as she fell. The speed at which she was falling was impossible to determine, it being pitch darkness and all, but she was able to see things as they passed her. The absurdness of this fact was lost on her as she idly wondered if she would ever stop falling, or if she would continue on like this forever. Strange...she could have sworn that she saw figures there..in the non-walls of the hole, half clothed...or unclothed, and<em>what </em>were they doing? Sally sucked in a quick breath and told herself she was dreaming. But no, they<em>were</em>unclothed, and doing the most unheard of things to each other! She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath for good measure.<br/><br/>A slight bump, more like a feather falling, but she thought it ought to be more bump-like, and she was at the end. Whatever the end was. She cracked open just one eye and decided it was better not to, and shut it again. She was afraid of what she might see after the experience she had just had.<br/><br/><br/>