She took a look around. I bought my furniture used, but it's comfy enough. I had prints on my walls, mostly vintage band posters, but some Degas and M...anet. My bass sat in the corner on its stand next to the amp, which drew an eyebrow. And then she saw the Painting. The one original in the room. Like most people, she just stopped, then moved in for a good, close look. It was a portrait of a young woman. A woman who was naked and unashamed painted in black outline with dramatic colors, not. She wears both western as well as ethnic salwars but those tight fit ones. Her dresses always reveal that peek show of her cleavage which would give any guy an instant hard on. Just imagine with those melons how could anyone hide them and she never needed to that was my girl. I met her through a common friend. She is in 2nd up now. I always used to take her for a drive in my car as well as on my bike which she always enjoyed and of-course me too. I had kissed her many a times and it was just. Eventually I came upon a car with a young couple in the rear seat making out. As I walked slowly past I saw that they were in the rear seat and he had pushed her dress up to the top of her legs and his hand was out of sight between her thighs.My friend had described the make and colour of the car and this was not it, but I assumed that the driver had access to other vehicles....Having walked past, I stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm myself, before quietly returning to the car from. She dug in the supplies for the rope she knew he'd need to hang the meat from a tree. She moved around the camp restlessly, really having nothing to do at all but wait. She did check the first aid kit again."Frigging men," she said to the silent camp.How long in history did women sit around waiting for men to come back, just as she was? Looking towards the sky, she realized there was lots of time before dark. Screw it. Unless he brought back smaller game, she'd be making tonight's dinner out of.