Certainly, she wasn't unused to male eyes first caressing her breasts before moving appraisingly over the rest of her fifteen year-old body; she was well aware of their voluptuous size and shapely pointed beauty… a sort of initial focal point(s)… but there was something wildly challenging in his obvious mental-stripping of her that raised tingles of excitement somewhere in her under-belly… "Quiet, Genghis!" she'd ordered, and as always, the imposing, lovable brute had obeyed immediately. "Don't mind him. He doesn't like anyone until I tell him to. He's a timber wolf…"

"Well, I hope you tell him to like me," Mr. Handsome replied solemnly, then, his fetching grin had become prevalent once more.

She had laughed, displaying an array of white even teeth intentionally, while she leaned forward to pat the beg roan's neck. "All right, I will. I'm Katie Martin."

"Ron Carter," he replied, his brazen eyes constantly returning to her breasts.

"What're you doing around here, Ron Carter?"

He shrugged. "Vacationing. Just riding around and stumbled onto this road."

"Staying near-by?"

"In Phoenix… with relatives," he told her.

She must have been staring at him; God, he was handsome! An insane thought raced through her mind. Suddenly, she'd said: "I'm having a party tonight… just some friends… people, you know…? Would you like to come?"

"Yeah… I'd like to…" he started, then as if in second thought, he'd added, "but I can't make it tonight… I'm tied up… Maybe, some other time, eh…?"

She'd felt disappointment. "All right… but I wish you could come," she'd said, making little effort to hide her aroused feelings. Lord, he was so damnedably good-looking, along with that mysterious virile charisma that could hypnotize a girl… "I think I like you," she'd said almost before she realized it. "You'd be my date… and we throw the wildest parties, Lee and I…"