Standing behind it is a tattooed goddess. Light coffee skin with some freckles, her eyes shone bright green. Her hair was short and blonde with pink s...reaks, She was wearing a crop top highlighting a tattoo of a female grim reaper holding her scythe between her legs like a giant well… you know.“Eyes up here dweeb.”Your eyes lock to hers, stammering, “Uh are you Roxy?”“The one and only little man, what are you doing on this side of town?”“Well, I was alone in my room when my mom-”“Oh shit,. “I don’t like hot, and I seriously doubt I’ll like cold.”Later... Max returned to his room to find Zan still there. He was sitting on the armrest of the chair while making things float around the room. “Don’t you have a room you can do that in?” Max asked.“Maxie ... still pissed about our little fight?” Zan asked.“Well let’s just say I don’t like people saying that they’re better off being mated to Liz than me,” Max said.“She’s your girl, course you feel like that. But I still would like a. I kissed her neck, she started moaning. This turned me on, and my soldier was back in action. I removed her tee, kissed her on her navel. I caressed her body, ran my hands slowly over her cleavage. I kissed her boob, over her bra. She was sweating a lot.Then I removed her bra, and there they were, her tender melons, all erect and ready to be fondled with. I circled my finger around her nipple and pinched it. She moaned like crazy. The thing about the room that we were in, was that it was far. ’ And most damning of all, ‘I really feel sorry for you.’ Rarely would I pick up a woman. And I would try to be very tender and gentle. Next I spent two months touring throughout the mid-west. Again, rarely would I pick up a woman. And one day I realized that when I did pick up a woman, it would almost always be someone who was tall . . . and slender . . . and had long dark hair. By now I had been gone for over 10 months. I drove to Oregon, and rented a camp site overlooking the Pacific Ocean..