Carmine
Carmine strolled carelessly into the clearing. It had been years since she had been here, but not much had changed. The track she was walking on meandered vaguely across the open area, and disappeared in the woods again on the other side. She was a striking young woman. Tall and a healthy sort of thin with tanned long legs. Jet black short straight hair, barely tussled by the breeze; large expressive but dark eyes; small firm breasts confined within a tight bright red tank-top atop a pair of...