‘Were coming into a town soon, I think that we should stop for a rest, I’ll buy you a coffee.’ ‘Cool.’ Cool? This is the coolest thing to ev...er happen to me, having coffee with a beautiful woman. The fact that she is a porn star doesn’t enter into it, I realize that any ambition that I may have in that direction was doomed to failure. I pulled into the roadhouse and shut off the motor. We both sat there for some time, me not wanting to spoil the moment, she, well why she didn’t want to move was. I poked around her house some more, then decided to sit and wait for her to come back in from her yard work. It was a hot day, and I could see her in her yard in a thin tank top and very short shorts. Her sweat was making the thin material of the white tank top cling to her skin and become slightly transparent. At one point she was taking some weeds she had pulled to her trash can. I could see her beautiful tits bounce with each step, as the underside of them was completely visible through the. Fuck. Here she was, standing in a sheer thong, and a sheer cropped tee, just three feet away from a man she loathed; a womanizing, bad boy, wolf of a man that viewed woman as nothing more than sex objects and play toys. And now he was leering at her. Not that he – and many others – hadn’t done that before. But she had always been dressed and out in public. Granted, she was often dressed in sexy, plunging tops, or sheer lacy shirts, and tight, form fitting yoga pants or shorts or mini-skirts. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I remembered the red-dressed firedancers of my youth, how they had marched into our village, and the evil they had committed before the Giants had arrived. And I knew that this man must have followed me all the way from the North only to see me die with a flame in my heart, as a sacrifice and gift to his fireborn overlords. Almost I felt sorry for him, but only almost. I felt more sorry for myself, denied the pleasure that had just been a few minutes of.