The only thing worse than discovering that you have a run in your pantyhose while on a date with a really cute guy? Realizing that even with your head start sprint, you still can't jump over that dodgy patch of grass covering the floor. Turns out running in stocking feet is not the most athletic of preparations. And wouldn't you know it? Running and jumping long distances (or any distances for that matter) in a skirt is highly impractical, naive, and downright foolish!
About halfway through her jump as she (thought she was heroically) soaring through the air, Dawn realized with that growing lump in her throat that she didn't have the physicality (or the outfit) to pull this off. She began descending far sooner than expected (or hoped for). And with her flailing, kicking, reaching body, so did her spirits.
Despite Dawn's modest figure, and stunningly enviable weight, she might as well have landed on that (now very) conspicuous patch of grass like an anvil. And wouldn't you know it? She broke right through! It turns out that deceitful patch of grass was hiding something: a great big hole! That sinister red light emanating from the ground? Was coming from a deep and dangerous place.
Dawn's (previously) well manicured vermilion nails scratched at the ledge that her (currently inconveniently) dainty fingers caught and scrabbled to maintain purchase. She grunted, groaned, whimpered with her efforts as she fought hard to hold on.
The frantic blonde reporter had tested out her legs. Now it seems she was about to test out her arms! Hang in there Dawn!