" The truck was his home. It reminded me a bit of how a snail carries its home on its back. He stood about 6 foot tall. He was older than me. He had l...ng dark hair and a goatee, and he was in pretty good physical shape. He spoke with a bit of a southeastern accent and had a deep, pleasant voice. He would go from Faire to Faire through the course of the year. He did games there, and he had a circuit he travelled. The Faire would be in the area soon, so he was in town. His name was Jasper.After. In that, its influence seems greater even amongst the other unique peaks in the range. It seems easily to take command.As always The Mountain was glorious. It stood head and shoulders above, so majestically pronounced. It was an old volcano always dormant but alive having not erupted in recent man’s memory. Warnings came every so often that it was inevitable, that eventually The Mountain would blow causing all kinds of havoc because it influenced such a large geographic surrounding. But it was. When would the reality sink in. She lifted her head and kissed me. I returned her kiss. Claire was, to me, an ideal, but what was the reality. Our kisses became more passionate, tongue seeking tongue. My cock stiffened to its limit. I wanted her badly. Visions of her naked body, legs spread, my cock in her pussy flooded my brain. I pressed my hips into her so she could feel my stiff member through my thin shorts. She moved her hand down and felt my penis. I picked her up and carried her to the. Instead of the Philippine currency equivalent of a dollar, I handed him a hundred peso bill and waved another one."Babalik ako, sundali lang." I said, indicating he would get the other hundred if he waited for me.Turning to enter the bar, I figured odds were even whether or not he would still be there when I came out.That additional hundred would be as much as five or six regular fares and he would weigh the chances that I would actually pay up with the lost income he would incur waiting.I.