You are a gentleman, eager to rescue a lass from any depraved male, except for you of course. But even if you do feel no hesitation about making full use of any lass within reach, you are going to stop other lads from doing the same. So time to help the ladies...

After a little study, you see that will not be too hard. Hit him low from behind and he goes down, and then everybody runs away. Sounds like a plan...

Okay, get around behind, and .... charge! And a flying tackle!

Pretty good. He goes down. So do you, but you are on top and know what is happening. As he tries to figure that out, you are getting up and running off, in the same direction as the girls. You spare a glance back as you dodge into some trees, and see the disgusted fellow has decided pursuit is a waste of time. Just to make sure, you keep running.

One of the girls tires first, and so all three of you stop. Keeping an eye on you in case you want to dine on them now, the other lass, a friendly blond who is rather overdressed by local standards, says "I'm Vanessa, and this is Bettie. We really want to thank you for helping us like that. It was very nice of you."

"Oh, it was nothing..." You hope you said that right. Somehow implying that it was a big deal and that they owed you big time. But you can't say that directly. If you did, they would just deny it and refuse to pay. So you have to lie and hope they will have guilty consciences.

Bettie, a well built brunette who has no objections to just about everything being on display, doesn't seem to have a conscience. "Yeah, we would have gotten away without your help."

Or is that a defensive remark, trying to hide her doubt that they would have? "Well, I just wanted to make sure."

"Well, that you did, and we are quite grateful. I think a suitable reward would be..."