Chapter One

New Brunswick, Canada 2024
After a hard day at the venue site I retired to The All Seasons Inn in Sussex for a well-earned, if amateurishly cooked, steak. I had been seeing a lady socially for a few days and arranged to meet her in the restaurant there on my way back to base. Carrie was thirty-two, five feet four or five tall, slim with a pound or two to spare, but not the greatest conversationalist on the planet, God love her.

She was quite attractive though. She had dark hair to her shoulders, lightly tanned skin, and could suck the lacquer off a snooker ball. After dinner she asked if she could follow me home to the cabin I was renting deep in the woods for the summer. I knew she was just being nosey but I couldn’t resist her as she looked at me with her bright blue eyes and smiled hopefully.

She wore a loose white blouse and was poured into a pair of cut-off Levi’s which left nothing to the imagination, and she didn’t wear a bra. Something stirred in my penis when she squeezed my hand, so I agreed and enjoyed watching her climb into a huge, white Dodge Ram that should have had a petrol tanker attached in order to replenish the vehicle with fuel as it drove along.