His body no longer bore the scars of two wars, the Siple Island helicopter crash, or the Pahsimeroi Valley gunshot wound. His skin was smooth and unbl...emished, the skin of a mature male, firm and slightly textured. Despite his maturity, no hair remained anywhere on his body but for a cap of golden blonde hair on his head. His Scandinavian heritage gave him a fair complexion and blonde hair, but this was different. His new hair was more golden than blonde and it lay wavy and thick, closely upon. The fabric of the black nylon lace trimmed camisole shined in the lighttoo even through the well tinted windows as Tim put the jeans in the backand quickly retrieved a ladies overnight satchel and brought it to thefront. Ted closed the trunk then made his way to the driver's side ofthe car.The cool wintery breeze swirled in as Tim continued. Ted took off hiscoat and set it behind him in the back seat before getting in and closingthe door rubbing his hands from the cold. He started the car but. And she felt her heart flutter when a wide smile rose in response on the blonde's face. It was a smile like the morning sun rising.With a long, long sigh the woman's captured breath escaped. She whispered: "Hi, sweet girl... I am Angique. What is your name?"The girl flashed her lashes twice. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Kristie", she croaked. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled with tenseness. She had risen on her saddle. The mirror showed her panting chest. It. I was on cloud nine, I knew Shreya liked me from day 1. So she came and sat in the passenger seat. She was wearing a cream mini skirt and sleeveless top. I could see that they were having fun in the car before the car broke down. She was looking sexy as fuck.We kept on staring at each other and were having a casual conversation. Then I touched her thighs and she didn’t say anything. I wanted to make another move but at the same time, I was scared too, I didn’t want to lose her. So, on the way,.