48,000 BCE Western Europe
“Really wild country,” was Jessica’s first thought, as her eyes open on a new world, one she would inhabit for the next three hours. She stood up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; and reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders.
Jessica looked around. She was in a thick forest, with streams of sun flickering through the moving spackle of overhead foliage, tall phallic-looking trees, and below pleasant grass and low bush as far as the eye could see. To her left she took note of a large outcropping of natural granite, disappearing up into the trees. It caught her interest because she knew that the area was populated with granite mini-crags, often chock full of caves and grottos. Indeed that was her reason for coming to this time and place- to visit the inhabitants of those grottos, the Neanderthal cavemen of ancient Spain, those artistic primitives who had filled the cave walls with brightly colored paintings of caveman life, of the hunt, and apparently, of plenty of fucking.