Walking down the trail to the city

The old man's hut was built near a large a hill. In the distance, Lara could see a bustling city. After some preperation, she began walking down the hill along a winding, dusty road. She still wore the clothes she had borrowed from the Guru. It is a ragged sari, the ones that many Indian women would wear. It leaves large section of her lush body exposed, and did a poor job to hide her beauty.

The beginning of her journey walked fine, and after several hours of walking under the hot sun, little did happen. But suddenly, out of nowhere, A bolt of sensation shot through Lara's body. She stumbled and gasped for air; shaking, she fell to her knees, the feeling of strangeness so imperious, so intense, that without thinking, she clutched at her chest, clutched, and pulled, and ripped off her top.

Suddenly, she could breathe again, but another need arose, a need more pressing even than the need to breathe ...