‘Are you sure?’ he asked, swallowing hard, wanting to make absolutely certain that this was real, that he had not died and gone to heaven. ‘Yes...’ Sophie’s consent was all Daniel needed. He began with her face – tracing its shape with both of his hands, running the tips of his fingers over her cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, chin, filling in the shape of her face in his mind’s eye. He ran his thumb over her lips, dragging it over the fullness of her lower lip, a sense of smug satisfaction. “Damn iPods,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “What's your...name?” Then grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Sweat gleamed on his naked body, and I could smell his exertion. “Anastasia Milburn,” I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice. You couldn't. The voice just had to be obeyed. “Well, Anastasia, I'm Mark and I'm the founder of the Naked Jogging Club.” His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his. You think to yourself that this is not a cabin that is accustomed to the presence of a woman, yet there are subtle things around the cabin that you recognize have had a womans touch. No this is not your ordinary man’s man type of cabin, but neither is it a cabin adorned by women either. As I bring in the last of our provisions, you ask if me start a fire to warm up the place a bit. I tell you that I’ll have to chop some wood first, but you can turn on the stove if you want. As I go off to begin. That euphoric rush that comes from the playtime that has evaporated and left her marooned on this island of solitude.This hell of forced isolation was not that bad at first. There were things that needed to get caught up on. Things that had been put off but for the lack of time, supposedly... books to read, movies to watch, projects to finish. This would be productive! It will be nice to have some "me" time her mind lies to her. It will only be a few weeks! Yes at the beginning it was.