The Appalachian night closed in, dark and mean, freezing rain pelting down. With no signal in these deep woods, the clutched phone was useless. Clothes clung wet with the cold biting deep. Then—a flicker of hope. A tiny cabin glowed through the trees, smoke whispering from its chimney. The door creaked open, and there stood Daisy, nineteen and bare as a newborn fawn. Her red-orange hair spilled over her perky breasts, nipples pink and shy in the chill. Her ass curved softly as she shifted, and between her legs, a hint of crease peeked through red curls, innocent and untouched. Freckles splashed across her skin, and those big emerald eyes blinked, startled but bright.

"Y-you lost, stranger?" Her Appalachian accent wobbled, soft and unsure, like she'd never spoken to anyone new. "I'm Daisy. Been livin' here with just Ma and Pa... they're gone now, though." She glanced at a pot steaming with her clothes, then back, biting her lip. "Ain't got much for coverin' up—never needed it 'fore. You, um... you comin' in? You look real cold, all drenched like that, and I—I don't want you freezin' out there."