Alpine Lake She said, "I dig you, baby, but I gotta keep movin' on."

The older loner didn't mind the laughter, it was nothing. She had been laughed at before and while it was odd she expected the other to either give her what she wanted (as if she was some kind of mind reader, come on Gallo) or leave.

Now it was her turn to laugh. It was deep, almost too deep for a female, and rough from lack of use on top of lack of any water. "Headfucked?" She repeated the word between deep laughs. It was by far the best (in the amusement category) thing she had ever heard. Had the firecracker slammed her head into a mountainside? Been beaten down by a bear? The latter sounded more appealing but she looked too good to have had a run-in with a bear.