David.Amuse myself. I glanced out the window, into the back yard, my gaze shifting to the trees beyond the fence, and the distant mountain range beyon... that. It was nice. I could hear the birds busy chirping and singing and whatever making a pleasant racket. Be nice to just sit outside and enjoy the day so I decided to splash a little something else into my juice. Vodka. I took my time finishing my drink and then making another while toasting a slice of bread and slathering it with butter. I used to watch her for few seconds. At that time I would see her fleshy ass and big thighs.I loved her thighs. Every time I see her , I wish I could lick those thighs and bite it. But I could not see her nude. This was very frustrating for me. I needed her badly. But I did not have any ideas.Days passed. I was just masturbating thinking about her. I could not make a further move thinking this may lead to problems which could affect us both and get a bad name in the society.But as years passed,. This had started out to be just another aimless -- mindless? -- excursion, and suddenly I was realizing that I'd been doing these mindless things all along. I had been on autopilot for too long, and someone had just switched it off, and I was flying – or sailing, actually, by the seat of my pants. And now that someone had just come up topside, dressed in jeans and a blouse, (a little wrinkled from that waterproof bag, but she filled them nicely) and she sat down beside me."Hi sailor!" she. " The serving winch began to say before he cut her off."No Buts." She shook his head at his daughter."I can do it." I spoke up and finished my drink. I knew well enough that no good deed goes unpunished but I wasn't the type to leave a woman in distress which I am certain will be the death of me one day."We can't ask you to..." The Barmaid began to speak."I am a hunter by trade. I know how to track." I shrugged. "I take it he was traveling by wagon?" There was no other reason to go to.