A scenic trail in the Rocky Mountains. It was spectacular.
I was quite young, a kid really, and not sure I was doing it right. It was my first time, you see. I was pretty scared at first, but the longer it went on, the more comfortable I became. I don’t really remember what she looked like, only that her flowing mane was dark brown, and that she smelled faintly of straw.
Unlike Feynn, I hadn’t met her before that day in the mountains. And…I tell myself there is no shame in this…she was the kind you had to pay for. I know, I know. It probably would have been better if we had known each other longer, gotten a feel for each other’s movements and needs, but I was only there a short time and it was either pay for it or go back to the campsite and go fishing. I chose the former. Thruth be told, though, I wasn’t really out anything. It was my parents who actually paid the money.