On a warm summer day I found myself walking alone, along a narrow country road. I had seen no cars, and no people. Open fields and patches of woods surrounded me all the way to the horizon. The sky was cloudless.

As I walked, I noticed that a car was parked ahead of me, on the right. I was walking on the right side of the road. As I approached it I could see that all of the windows were down. When I reached the car I could not help but notice that an attractive woman was sitting in the back seat. Even more curiously, she was naked. She looked at me, and smiled faintly, as though she knew me.

I quickly looked around to see if I was being set up for a crime. There was still no one all the way to the horizon. There was only the woman and me. She aroused in me both desire and fear of the inexplicable. Part of me wanted to keep walking. Then I considered that if she was dangerous, it would be dangerous of me to turn my back to her.

"Excuse me," I began awkwardly. "My name is Bill. May I talk to you?"

She nodded.

"I am a decent man," I told her. "Someone else may not be. I don't want anyone to harm you. May I get into the car with you?"

She nodded. When I joined her in the back seat she moved away from her, so I backed up too.

"This feels very strange. You're the first person I have talked to for a long time. It has been much longer since I have seen a woman as beautiful as you are."

She smiled.

"Your body is slender and in perfect proportion. Your skin is flawless. You look as though one of your parents was Oriental."

She kept looking at me with her large, dark, and slightly Oriental eyes, saying nothing.

"Your long black hair beautifully frames your face, and flows down your softly rounded shoulders," I continued. "Your eyes are large, dark, and project intelligence, and a wisdom that is rare for one so young. Your nose is in perfect proportion to the rest of your face, and your lips were made to hold a kiss. Your breasts are round and firm, and your perky nipples indicate that you are aroused too. Your stomach is flat, and your waist is small. Although completely naked, you are sitting modestly, with your legs together. There is only a small tuft of black pubic hair where your thighs meet. Your thighs are slender and athletic. There are women in this world who are as beautiful as you, but I cannot think of anyone who surpasses you, not even in Hollywood."

She said nothing. I continued, "You are silent, but you appreciate my praise. It is not flattery, but a simple description. I cannot imagine anyone disagreeing. You do not seem to be afraid of me. I am glad. Do you know who I am?" I asked nervously.

She nodded.

"My name is Bill," I told her again. "I don't remember you, but it seems that I have always known you. You look young, but you appear to have always existed."