A jagged mountain range rose starkly in the distance. I’d been hiking since sunrise, the cool morning air now turned furnace-hot by the mid-day sun....I had chosen this isolated trail to clear my mind of the week’s burdens. I hadn’t seen a soul the entire time.I shed my T-shirt, rung it out, and adjusted the straw cowboy hat on my head. I laid shirt flat on a waist-high, flat boulder to dry and then decided to sit down on it. I took a sip from my canteen and looked out over the lake.I heard a. .. pause ... she dropped them too. Then, with her back to the web camera in her laptop or PC, she casually walked naked back into view and slowly turned around so the viewer could glimpse her from the front for a second of two before her hand reached up and blocked the lens. It was a teaser and very effective. It worked on the thousands of men who came to watch ( and visa versa, so to speak) and it worked on Wendy Wilson.She so wanted to be the one parading and daring men to see more. Wendy. Like you didn?t care if I sat with you or not; likeyou weren?t sure if I was worth your time. Everyone else, I have by a string;but you; you?re the one I wanted. Why? Because you know what I needed! Because you need it too. We complement each other. Your needto take; to control! My need to submit. I can?tbelieve you tried to scare me at the bar, telling me I?d better not follow you;that I?d better be sure before I crossed a line I couldn?t step back from. Didyou think you?d scare me away? You. Well, I don’t fuck them. I suck them, but I don’t fuck them.”“Oh?”She nods. “Yeah, you can say that I’m scared to do it?”“Why’s that?” he asks, thankful that this is going better than he thought it would.“It’s the knot,” she says. “It scares me. I have a friend that says it isn’t bad, but...”“It’s big?” he offers.“Yeah...”“I’m big, and you handled me pretty well,” he points out.“I did.”“What are you doing today?” he asks, changing the subject.“I was getting ready for work,” she says.“Riding the.