Pedal to the metal. The roar of the engine as I shifted and pushed the Porsche 911 to its limit thundered in my ears.

The rage I felt blinded me to all sense of space and time. I was on a mission, a mission of self-destruction. How could he have done this to me? After all the promises, how could he have left me and disappeared from my life?

I was his lover, his mistress, and according to him, the only woman he loved. He and I were to sail off and travel the world on his fucking sloop. The dream shattered when I got the cryptic text message that came out of nowhere.

Pam, I decided to stay with my wife and kids. We set sail this morning, and I will not be back. I have paid off the car and the balance of the rent for one year. I’m sorry and good luck, Mike.

Two years of promises that he would leave her and that we would get married went down the drain in an instant. Finally, all I had been to him was arm candy and a good fuck. Yes, he had been a fantastic lover, and I had given my heart unconditionally to him.

Yes, I had accepted his gifts and the luxuries he had offered me. He had given me all the material luxuries that I craved. Now I could not give a shit for any of those. I have lost him, and my heart is rent.

There were tears in my eyes and rage in my heart when I suddenly felt the car start to get out of control on a curve in the road.

My body was racked with pain as I slowly became aware that I was on my back, laying on something soft and warm. I opened my eyes but could see nothing; it was pitch black. Slowly memory returned, and I felt the dread I’d experienced as the car plunged over the guardrail and tumbled down the cliff. Then, another terror took over. Was I blind? I tried and move but was unable to do so.

I was in too much pain to be dead unless this was hell. I realized that I was sobbing and shivering uncontrollably. The pain was not unbearable. However, it was pervasive.

“Shush.” A hand softly caressed my brow. Definitely a human contact. I’m not in hell, but where the hell am I?

“Who’s there? Where am I?”

I was silenced again, and the hand gently kept caressing my brow and forehead. Then, finally, I was lulled back into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up to the smell of burning wood and, much to my relief, the smell of coffee. But, of course, there can’t be coffee in hell. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a whitewashed room. Sunlight streamed through a drape-covered window.

My mouth was parched, and when I looked down at my body, I could see that I had been wrapped up in crude bandages that immobilized me.

“Water,” I croaked through a dry voice and parched lips.

Through the door appeared a ... woman?

“Awake?”

“Yes. May I have some water, please?”

She handed me a glass of water. I brought it to my lips as she said, “Sips only. Don’t gulp it down.”

I dutifully obeyed as I sipped the ice-cold water.

As my eyes focused, I saw it was indeed a woman. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were green and vibrant, set over an aquiline nose and a mouth that begged to be kissed. Her high cheekbones made her eyes seem like pools of luminosity against her dusky copper-colored complexion.

“How did I get here?” I asked her.

“I carried you here.”

“What happened to me?”

“Well, if I had to guess, you went off the road, and your car plummeted about 100 ft off a cliff. When I reached you, you had been thrown clear of the car, luckily as the car was blazing merrily about 25 ft away. You landed in some bushes, which probably saved your life.”

“Am I badly injured? I ache from my follicles to my toes.”

“I don’t believe so. Unfortunately, however, I have not had a chance to do a thorough examination in the dark. By the way, my name is Brianna.”

“Brianna, I’m in no shape to shake your hand. I’m Pam.”

“Well, Pam, it’s time to see how badly you’re hurt.”

“Before you do that, Brianna, where are we?”

“These palatial surroundings are my home. We are about 50 miles from Dolores, Colorado.”

“Isn’t that Indian territory?”

“Yes. Now keep quiet so I can check you out.”

Slowly she unwound the makeshift bandages in which my body had been wrapped. I couldn’t help but giggle as she worked.

“Why are you giggling?”

“I feel like an Egyptian mummy who is being de-mummified.”

“Bless your stars that I probably won’t need to reverse the process in order to bury you,” she said with a smile.

As she removed the final layer, I realized I was stark naked. I futilely attempted to cover my nudity and yelped at the pain that shot through my arm.

Brianna grasped my arm and folded it across my chest. “Well, that establishes that your arm is not broken. I think you have dislocated it, however.”

She palpated my body, starting with my feet and working her way up. As she bent my legs to check them out, I became extremely conscious that my intimate parts were fully exposed to her gaze, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

Her hands ran up to my chest, and as she reached my ribs, I could see an almost feral glow in her eyes. She licked her lips and continued with her hands to explore each muscle and bone.

“Brianna, are you medically trained?” I asked as I realized just how thorough a job she was doing.

“No, I’m not, but when I decided to come and live here, I decided to learn first aid. It’s over twenty miles from anyone else, and I thought it could be useful.”

“Why so isolated?”

“That’s a long story. I might tell you that when you feel better, now try to sleep. That was quite a shock you had, and you need to recuperate. I will prepare food and wake you when it’s ready.”

She stood up, and I could see all of her for the first time. She was tall and slender. Her legs, encased in jeans, seemed to go on forever. Small-breasted and with a curvy butt, this was one lovely woman. She looked like a runway or lingerie model.

I wonder if there was a man in her life. This brought back memories of Mike. After a pause, I realized that the accident had a cathartic effect and that I no longer felt the rage. Instead, I felt sadness, not for him, but for the time I wasted chasing a false dream.

I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke up, I could smell a delicious aroma wafting from what I presumed was the kitchen. Brianna strode into the room and asked, “Hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Want to try getting up, or shall I get you a tray?”

“I’ll try getting up,” I said. “Where are my clothes?”

“I thrashed them. They couldn’t be resurrected without the intervention of a more talented seamstress than I or I presume you.”

“I can’t go out naked.”

“Why not? I have already seen all that you have to offer, and there isn’t anyone else around for miles. However, I think I can lend you a shirt that will partially cover you. You are a trifle more buxom than I am. How big are those babies?”

“36 Ds,” I said, blushing.

“Don’t blush, girl. You have been blessed. My god, if I had those, I would have made millions.”

She went to the dresser and returned with a pair of high-cut panties and a flannel shirt. She helped me sit up and carefully threaded my injured arm through the shirt sleeve before helping me slide the panties up my legs. They were tight on me and encased my bottom like a second skin. She fashioned a sling to support my arm and attempted to button up the shirt. Unfortunately, only the three bottom buttons could be tied. As a result, my breasts were half exposed.

“There we go, the latest fashion in dinner wear. All the rage in the more fashionable restaurants in town. Girl, you would be ravished on the spot if any men were around.”

“Don’t talk to me of men. I’m done with those bastards.”

“Oh! It’s like that, is it? You’ll have to tell me all about it. Come, let’s go eat.”

I stood on shaky legs and followed her to the next room.

“What’s that delicious smell?” I asked as I sat down at the table.

“Venison stew.”

“Where do you get venison from?”

“Out there,” she said, waving her arm and pointing outside through the picture window that practically covered the whole of one wall.

My jaw dropped at the sight which met my eyes. I was looking out at scenery that I could not have imagined except in a movie scene. Brianna’s home was set up on a bluff overlooking a stream and a forest of spruce and pine trees fronting a rugged escarpment, which I presumed to be the foothills of the Rockies.

“Here, let me help you with your food,” she said, bringing up a spoonful of meat, broth, and vegetables to my mouth. I opened my mouth reflexively and swallowed. The taste was incredible, the mixture melted in my mouth, and I could almost feel the energy coursing through my system.

“This is so good. I’ve never tasted venison before. You don’t need to feed me; I can manage.”

“How?” she said, motioning to my arm pinned across my chest.

“Oh! I forgot.”

“So tell me, what brought you out here and what you were doing driving like a madwoman in this wilderness?”

I told her how Mike had treated me and of the betrayal, I felt at how he had handled his leave-taking from me. “He didn’t even dare to face me to tell me. Instead, he left a note.”

“Bastard.” Was her only comment when I’d finished my tawdry story.

She had kept feeding me while I was talking. I was forced to look at her as her face reflected every emotion she felt while listening to me. As I finished, my eyes started tearing, and soon, I sobbed uncontrollably. I think the ‘bastard’ was what did it.

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her as I sobbed. Her hand caressed my face, whispering in my ear, “Let it out. Let your tears wash the betrayal out of you. You are done with him now and can and will move forward with your life to maybe a better place.”

When I had cried myself out, she took my hand and helped me stand. “Pam, you stink. The smell of fear from the crash and the pain you suffered both emotionally and mentally linger on you. Would you like to wash?”

I nodded, and she led me out of the house. I was conscious that I was garbed in panties and a shirt out of which I threatened to explode. I protested, “Brianna, I’m not dressed to go out!”

“Don’t worry, Pam. There’s no one within twenty miles of us.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the stream. I don’t have water coming into the house yet. But, the water is warm this time of year, and you will enjoy it.”

There was a path going down to the stream. My feet were warmed by the flat rocks that formed the way, and the sun beat down on my body, warming me up. I could hear the chirping of birds all around us. Suddenly, Brianna, who had been holding my arm, stopped and pointed to the sky. “Look up there.”

I shielded my eyes from the sun and saw a majestic bird gliding far overhead. “What is it?”

“A red-tailed hawk. It’s out hunting.”

We both sat down on the warm stones and stared at this ruler of the skies as it seemed to just glide through the air, scarcely moving its wings. First, it just circled lazily overhead, then it plummeted down at a vertiginous speed. I thought it was going to crash to an early demise when suddenly it rose up in the air again, but we could see that it had a rabbit in its talons.

“Oh! How sad. Poor rabbit. That’s so cruel.”

“No, Pam, that’s not cruelty. That is the cycle of life. Cruelty is what mankind does. Animals are not cruel. It is getting food for itself and its young and helping maintain a healthy ecosystem. If not hunted, the rabbits would overrun the earth; they are so fertile. Now come bath time.”

I smelled the air as we scampered down the path. It was fresh and clean, with the faint smell of resin and occasional floral scents comingling. This was so different for a city-bred girl like me. I could hear the sound of water as we rounded a bend and where there was a small waterfall fell into a crystal clear pool.

Brianna stopped and asked me, “Have you ever been skinny dipping?”

“Uhh ... No.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

She unbuttoned my shirt, removed my arm from it, then knelt at my feet and removed my panties. I stood there, flabbergasted. Here I was naked in front of a woman, something I’d never expected to happen. She looked at me, and I thought she licked her lips before she smiled and said, “Wow, you are beautiful. Okay, my turn.”

She removed her shirt and unbuckled her jeans, which she shimmied off her hips, revealing the most amazing body. I stood there, awed by her beauty. “You like?” she asked.

“Brianna, you are perfect. You should be a model.” I stared open-mouthed at the sheer perfection revealed to my eyes.

“Oh, Pam, been there and done that. It’s no life for me. Come, let me help you down into the pool. The rocks are slippery.”

She took my good arm, and we started down the last few feet to the water. I felt my feet slip from under me, and we both landed in the water with me wrapped in her arms. I felt her breasts against me and her nipples brushing against mine as we stood waist-deep in the water.