A longing for a mountain getaway, a desire for a deserved holiday, leads me to drive up to a clearing where I can unwind. But, I nearly run over someone with my car. I step out to find him lying in front of my vehicle – my slave, ever-present, never giving me a moment’s rest. This time, I decide, he won’t be run over by my car, but by my stilettos and the weight of my body! I mount him, crushing him under my feet, hopping and stepping on his face until I’m satisfied, then let him take me home, as he is now my personal chauffeur.