Her abruptness was a blessing. It saved me from the embarrassment of stammering before the most beautiful, tall, muscular, and intimidating, a woman I had ever met. The cut-off tee shirt she wore would normally not have covered the breasts of the average woman, but hers were so firm they stood out straight, almost hitting me as she turned. The long expanse of bare midriff was tanned and rippling with muscle. But the topper was her face. Her chiseled features surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes whose look had turned me to jelly.
