She reclined naked on top of the ancient stone altar, amongst the ruins of Aphrodite's temple…a modern day sacred whore. She wanted no money, but rather, was seeking the perfect fit, the one that would satisfy her constant gnawing hunger. (Years later she would find it…It would be made of hard black rubber, and it would be strapped on a Harley Riding Leatherdyke.) She reached her out to the anonymous young Adonis who had materialized out of the velvety night. Her fingertips lightly caressed the throbbing bulge in his jeans… anticipating with a soft knowing smile the sacrifice of passion he would offer Aphrodite's Latter-day Priestess.