The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern...they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin. The stretch etched her sensible bra into the fairly thin material of her white T shirt and provided a tantalizing view of the orbs it contained. The very small circles Vivian was making with her arms trying to limber up her back caused her breasts to move provocatively. Taking a deep breath I shouldered the door open simultaneously retrieving the tray."Feeling the strain?" I asked announcing my arrival."Yeah, I try to sneak a stretch in, here and there, whenever I can." I brought a variety so. The trail was bumpy, naturally. Lots of tree roots and rocks to navigate around, or over. I hadn't gotten the ten speed I wanted, but truth be told this old one speed bike was probably best for this. The tires were good, and it could take a TON of punishment. My scarred knees could attest to that. The woods closer to home were a bit more wide open, easy to walk or ride through path or no path. There was underbrush here, making me glad I had my jeans on. Forget bush branches brushing me, poison. Her figure was exemplified by her choice of clothing that night. As if to torture me, and any other heterosexual male that laid eyes on her, she was wearing a pair of those tight black yoga pants that all the young women seem to have these days. The pants were sitting low enough on her hips to allow a few glimpses of T-bar and a bit of tanned midsection. The pants were complimented by a matching top that showcased her modest, but firm breasts.About three glasses of wine later, Shannon was.