The horizon was panted orange, with patches of yellow scudding clouds against it. The sundial was wan and pale, sinking behind the hills at the vista, dragging down its orange rays behind them. The scene was hermit granting me an air of glamour. For yet I could smell her fragrance, the bunch of mint she was carrying in her hand. Still I can sense its scent clearly after all these years, muddled with scent of ripe apples, we brought them with us back on our trip.
A lady drove with car and accidently got bottomless, but she kept on her journey. Situation took dramatic turn and she was been required to get out of the car, each time she came out in that state, she was been well ravished by stranges.