Once upon a time there was an old man who lived in a cave carved out of the south side of a mountain. The cave sat in the middle of 50 acres of forests and cliffs that the man owned. The exterior of his cave looked like any other jumble of rocks. The living room window consisted of a single 25 square foot piece of non-reflective glass coated on the outside with a dull rocky pattern so as to blend in with the surroundings. The interior was a work of art with his living room and kitchen combination on the first floor and his bedroom, with a smaller window of the same material, was on the upper level. In the corner of the living room was a small alcove with a door which opened to his bathroom and toilet. Behind the wall at the rear of his living room was the natural extension of the cave which ran for hundreds of yards into the rock and was used for food storage. The rough floor of the cave was covered over with a framework of flooring that would not be out of place in the fanciest of houses owned by the rich.
The man was not poor financially and had chosen to withdraw from society to live his life in this manner. After losing the love of his life to an insidious disease he found people no longer appealed to him on anything but a sexual basis. Interaction with friends had come to a standstill as he withdrew more and more from the everyday life around him. His depression drove most of their friends away and he did not pursue making any new friends to replace them.
He had few bills to pay with an amazing amount of money resting in several very large certificates of deposits with several different banks, all within a few hundred miles of his cave home. He dressed as if he had little or no money though his clothing was clean, whenever he decided to wear any. Most of the time he wandered his stretch of woodland as naked as the day he was born some forty odd years ago. His body was not as hard as the rock with which he surrounded himself, but he had not allowed it to go to flab. His cock, when extended which was at least half the time, was at least eight inches in length and about three or four in circumference.
He had his collection of porn movies to watch on his DVD equipped HD television set and his collection of porn novels to read if the mood overtook him, but most of the time he surfed the internet looking for something he may never find--someone willing to permanently live the life he had chosen to live, hidden away on the side of a mountain with the nearest neighbor easily five miles away.
Masturbation was a release that he was familiar with though he detested the thought of having to resort to such means to relieve the pressure in his genitals. That his genitals needed relief several times a day was an inconvenience, but not become his desired method of having sex.
Then came the fateful morning that changed his life forever. He was walking along the lower cliff facing wearing nothing but a pair of boots on his feet when he came across a young woman laying nearly naked across the path near one edge of his property.
The night before had brought high winds and heavy rains, but this girl hadn't fallen before or during the rain because there was mud all over her from head to foot. The man picked her up and carried her back to his cave house putting her on the sofa while he cleaned the mud off of her and removed her torn clothing, what little of it there was on her battered and bruised body.
It was painfully obvious to him that despite her bruises she was a gorgeous woman with somewhat heavy but firm breasts, a fairly narrow waist, and generous hips. Her legs were long and when he parted them to clean the mud off her, he couldn't help but notice the cleft with its large lips between them. He was tempted to slip his finger into her grotto since it had been a very long time between female companions, but he decided that if he did know her carnally, it would be on her terms, not his.
He then carried her up to his bed and put her naked beneath the covers. From time to time he checked on his guest and mopped her brow when the sweat formed.
Toward evening while he was fixing some soup to take up to the girl, he heard a noise and looked up to find her staring at him. She was wrapped in the thin blanket that he had left at the foot of the bed. In deference to her, he had already put on a pair of cut-off sweat pants but was otherwise naked.
"Where am I?"
"Ah, I see you are back amongst the living. Good."
"Where am I and where are my clothes?"
"You are safe. You are where nobody will hurt you. You are my guest and I protect my guests from harm. You had very few clothes on when I found you, but you can find them over there in the trash can. That's all they are fit for right now."
"Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same question. My name is Ian. Welcome to Culloden Cave."
"Culloden Cave?"
"My home. It's cut into the side of the mountain at the base of which I found your partially clad body this morning. Sit down. I've got some soup that may help you get some of your strength back and I don't need you falling and getting blood all over my clean floor. Now as I was saying, I found you this morning during one of my walks and I carried you back here, stripped your filthy and torn clothes off of your body and cleaned you from head to foot. By the way, I'm glad you are a natural redhead."
"You brought me here? Who gave you the right to bring me any where?"
"Whoa! Hold on there. If you want to be back out there on the trail in your half-naked state, put those clothes on and get the hell out of my house!"
"But, I can't put those clothes on. They're beyond torn. They're filthy rags."
"Yes, they are. Who are you and how did you end up laying half naked on my property?"
"I'm sorry. My name is Janice but all my friends call me Jan."
"OK, that's a start. Here's your soup. Watch out--it's hot. Now, Jan where are you from?"
"I'm from Atlanta."
"Little girl, you are a very long way from home. As you can see, this is not Atlanta or even a suburb of Atlanta. Hell, Charlottesville, Virginia is closer than Atlanta and that isn't very close by."
"Just where am I?"
"You are in the Blue Ridge of eastern Tennessee. The closest town or city of any size is Bristol and that'll take you a while to get to across those mountains to the west. Damascus, Virginia isn't too far as the crow flies, but by road it'd take you the better part of a day and a half to walk it."
"You said I was in a cave? This looks like a pretty nice house to me."
"Thank you. I've tried to make sure that I have all the comforts of the outside world including television and my computer. I even have a telephone if you need one. But, this house is actually a cave, just a cave that has been rearranged to suit my wants and needs. Now, tell me, Jan from Atlanta, how did you come to be in this forgotten part of Tennessee? And what's your last name?"
