Spring had come, the season when a young woman’s fancy turns to pussy.

Okay, so I was just speaking for myself there. But it had been a bitch of a winter, and now with the sun shining and everything green again, I felt my hormones churning and wanted to fuck every woman I saw who wasn’t wearing a parka.

I worked for the county, and my job in the spring was to check the roads around the big state park. Snow and the subsequent runoff could tear up the asphalt. I had a Jeep that could take me just about anywhere.

So I went bouncing up into the hills, stopping to take photos of any of the problem areas. I breathed in the warming air, which made my head whirl as if it were an aphrodisiac. The crisp blue sky above was such a welcome sight I felt like I should burst into song like Julie Andrews.