Bob Is Directed

"Uh, hey Greg," Bob replied uncomfortably, averting his eyes from the man's pale, wrinkled body. "I was just wondering how to get back to town...I'm a little lost."

"You must be," Greg smiled. "Town is about thirty miles to the south. If you follow that path there, it'll take you back to the highway. You could try your luck at hitching. Or you could just hang out here with us and catch a ride back with someone later. Why not lose those clothes and join in the game?"

Bob studied the unclad volleyballers warily. He didn't like being naked even alone in his own house. On the other hand, they sure looked like they were having fun.

1. Bob leaves in search of a ride back to town.
2. Bob pulls off his cardigan and corduroys and plays some volleyball.

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