The men were Ceylonese. Blair remembered them very well. They were dark, fierce-looking men with simian foreheads and sturdy shoulders.

She admired the way they plowed through the jungles with great agility. And, she remembered how they looked at her strawberry blonde hair and pointed excitedly the first time they saw it.

Their interpreter told them the cause of the men's excitement. Blonde hair was unheard of around these parts. They thought she was some sort of Goddess. A vision come back to bring them good luck.

And, of course, those men were very nice to her. One of them had a son, a boy not much older than her, though it was difficult to tell age among people so dark-skinned.

He was incredibly handsome, with a furrowed, heavy dark pair of eyebrows that almost touched above the bridge of his nose. And masses of wavy blue-black hair.

Blair had been especially drawn to that. She loved hairy men. She couldn't tell why exactly, but the clean-shaven men who had filled up her social calendar recently just didn't turn her on to look at them.

Guji did. That was the boy's name. And she loved to watch him. He was as graceful as a ballet dancer, but incredibly masculine all the same. His biceps were huge and his legs were lean and well-muscled.

But that fierce, handsome face of his with its dark shadows and piercing sloe eyes. That had done a real number on her.

Maybe she had just been a hot little girl all her life. But she did remember being physically turned on that year. Turned on to a boiling point. And it usually happened when Guji was in the area.

They had been camping in the main hall of the temple for about two weeks when Blair first remembered being physically turned on by this lad. She had a lot of privacy in this temple. Even though most of it lay in ruins. There were altars, places behind the altars, parapets, and towers to run and play in.