The way was long and hard. Her body glistens with the effort she has made to get to her DryGulch. Stopping in the dense undergrowth, she raises her arms, golden from the sun, and lifts the damp heavy weight of her hair from her shoulders. As she does so, she is aware of a peculiar feeling-the unmistakable sensation of eyes upon her. Slowly she lowers her hands, the curtain of gold shimmering down around her now alert face. She stands immobile and listens-her instincts as finely tuned as any wild creature, she sniffs the still hot air and a slight frown crosses her perfect features. That smell-where has she encountered it before? A hint of beargrease, and woodlands, smoke and yes-under it all, the odor of a real man. Her acute hearing picks up the slight snap of a twig behind her and she whirls, the Uzi lifting to her shoulder, ready. THere! Behind those trees-yes. With a graceful, catlike movement, she leaps, her arms grasping the damp hard muscles, tackling the trunklike bronzed torso to the ground where she looks down and into the embarrassed eyes of..
"Bub????" |
