It was a blisteringly hot day. Humidity was rich in the air, as was condensation on the sides of the half consumed can of Coke on the dash. Upright in the warm black leather chair of her Jeep sat Sarah, gazing across the seat to her love in the next.

Decorated in patterns of Indian Tribal designs was Martha, lightly colored and curvaceous. A rare and lovely sight, she sparkled in the sun and sang softly to Sarah, luring her closer.

Sarah gently reached out for her. Taking Martha in her arms, she began to caress her slender neck. “You are wonderful my love, let’s make beautiful sounds together,” she said as she put her hand around Martha’s waist.

And so they continued late into the afternoon, until her strings broke.