Blind Goose in a Hellstorm

I pine after a fictional, sword wielding redhead clad in two piece armor that shows of her Heavenly cleavage and toned body. I scream for the loss of innocence of children I witness daily.

Yet how can I possibly take a stand for something I've lost myself. I pine after the woman in revealing armor. What I wouldn't give for those pre adolescent years when I was so innocent I'd turn away from the lifeguard trying to help me because she was clad in a bikini.