I raced down the trail toward the person I’d spotted, knowing the running might worsen my incipient asthma attack. But I was out of options.
I kept a lid on my panic as I came up on the other hiker.
When she turned, I saw she was a luscious brunette, with an athletic physique made evident by her hiking shorts and sweat-damp T-shirt. Her breasts swelled against the cotton, and her bared thighs and calves were exquisitely toned.
She looked quizzically at me, aware something was wrong.
With as much breath as I could muster, I asked, “Have you… got… asthma inhaler?” It was a lightning-strike sort of chance. What were the odds I would run into someone else in these great outdoors with an inhaler?
Quickly, she flung her pack to the ground and dug in it. She... Read more...