Homer huffed and wiped the sweat off his brow as he stepped out of the mine, his skin was covered in soot and his body ached. Lunch, finally, he thought as he sat his equipment down.

Homer's boss stood a few yards away, chatting to a woman. She was quite beautiful, she was wearing a green dress with a white apron draped over it. Not attire for the mines, but god was she beautiful.

She was flawless in every way, her hair, her eyes, her nose, her body.

Lord, do not tempt me, he thought.