The Lodge

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

January 2004

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A special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mountain Girl.

As always this is for Heather.

*****

"How much longer?" Bill my handyman inquired as I rubbed my weary brow.

"They check out on Sunday," I informed him with a gleam in my eye before heading toward the source of our troubles. Based on the loud ruckus coming from the bar, the Manning party was in full swing again. Peri Manning had booked my humble little lodge for a full week as some sort of celebration. She and her fourteen guests had taken every room, and caused nothing but trouble since the moment they checked in.

My Inn wasn’t ever going to compete with the bigger complexes in Stowe or Killington but it was my Inn. Snow Crest is a nice, quaint lodge that did a good business during the ski season and the off-season as well. It was normally quiet and comfortable with big stone fireplaces in the bar and restaurant. Since Ms. Manning and her companions checked in the Snow Crest had been neither comfortable nor quiet.

The entire group were adults that chose to behaved like a bunch of juvenile delinquents. It started with the snotty, scrawny brunette who was sharing a room with the hostess. Oh and when I refer to Debbie as scrawny I mean it. The brunette could make Ally McBeal look positively chubby. Debbie’s surly attitude began at check in. I was polite even though I find it undignified for a grown woman to whine, not to mention it is annoying as all hell.

Debbie whined about everything from the size of the room to how cold it was. Call me crazy but if you go on a ski trip cold weather should be expected. Then again after partying all night, most of the entourage never made it to the slopes in the morning.

"Frank," I growled at my befuddled bartender as he wrestled a bottle of Chivas away from one of the male guests.

"I told them," Frank muttered as he managed to snag the bottle of scotch away from the intoxicated young man.

"Lock everything up if the cops swing by we are screwed," I firmly instructed him before working my way through the melee of people. "Ms. Manning a moment of your time?" I politely requested from the weary looking redhead. It wasn’t the first time I had to speak with her during their short stay. Somehow I did manage not to explode. Frankly, I was more than a little surprised that her guests had been such a problem. When we had spoken on the telephone she was gracious, polite and very charming.

She even complimented me each time she had to increase the reservation. Originally it was a trip for two that somehow escalated. I was initially looking forward to meeting the endearing woman with a voice that sent a slight shiver through my lonely body. Then she arrived with the whiner and the fantasy blew right out the window.

"Ms. Manning, my apologies, but the serving laws in the state of Vermont are very strict and we need to shut the bar down," I informed the tired looking woman in a professional tone. "We’ve already gone past the hour of closing and according to the law most of -your guests should have been shut off quite sometime ago," I stressed that it was her guests hoping that she would understand that I fully expected her to assist me in defusing the situation. "There are a few other transgressions that have me concerned," I added sensing that the group’s behavior may have had some chemical assistance.

"I’m sorry Miss Danner," she emphatically apologized.

"Why are you apologizing to her?" Debbie whined as she stumbled over and draped her arm over the redhead’s shoulders. I wasn’t surprised by Debbie’s outburst she and the others seemed to be under the impression that the staff was to be at their beck and call twenty-four seven. Not to mention there was never a kind word or gratuity to accompany any of their outrageous demands. "It’s my party and I want the bar to stay open."

"I thought it was my party as well," Peri grumbled under her breath.

"True you are guests," I noted hoping to calm the drunken woman. "And I want to do everything possible to ensure you and your guests enjoy themselves. However if I lose my liquor license I’ll be out of business," I watched as Debbie’s jaw clenched and Peri’s face grew dim. "I also assumed that with the weather forecast for tomorrow that you and your friends would be eager to hit the slopes. The snowboarding should be great. You did mention that you wanted to try it. I’ll arrange a shuttle but if you want to beat the crowd I suggest that you leave very early."

"Bull shit," Debbie snarled as I rolled my eyes.

"Günter," Peri called out to the beefy blonde man in the corner of the room. "You ready to hit the slopes in the morning?"

"Damn right," he belched. "’Bout time we showed these yokels how it’s done."

I quirked my eyebrow and sneered at his statement. Personally, I’d loved to show the drunken idiot up but I let it slide for the moment I was more interested in clearing out the bar. I did briefly contemplate teaching him a lesson on the slopes but Peri disrupted my thoughts. "Train leaves at seven anyone not on it buys their own breakfast."

The crowd grumbled as I said a silent thank you that she finally pointed out that she was footing the bill for everything. "Peri," Debbie began to whine.

"Baby, I want to see you in those new clothes you bought just to show off on the slopes," Peri placated the brunette in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Okay," Debbie finally conceded with a hiccup. "Come on guys!" She bellowed as the group followed behind her.

"Thank you," I offered to the irate looking redhead who coolly ignored my words. "I’ll have your transport waiting and I’ll arrange the lift tickets and lessons."

"Fine," Peri abruptly offered before storming out of the room.

"That is one unhappy woman," I noted understanding that Ms. Manning’s attitude probably stemmed from spending all of her time babysitting.

"No kidding," Frank snorted in agreement as he began to tidy up the bar. "She’s a lot nicer then the others, that girlfriend of hers just works her nerves."

"Just what is it that they are celebrating?" I ask as I begin to help him put the bottles away and clear the glasses.

"Anniversary," he answers in a sullen tone.

"You’re kidding," I snicker at the thought. "Now why would anyone want to share something so romantic with so many other people?"

"Why not share your happiness with your friends?" Frank countered. "You remember mine and Victor’s last anniversary party?"

"A big party sure," I agreed. "But a whole week? Have the party then spend the week alone, that’s what I’d do. Plus I get the distinct impression that these are Debbie’s friends."

"Yeah, me too," Frank sighed in agreement. "I also think that Debbie isn’t very concerned with which team she is playing for."

"What?" My shoulders slumped suddenly feeling sad for Ms. Manning. "You think that the skinny bitch is messing around with one or more of the other guests and sticking her girlfriend with the bill?"

"Just a hunch," he lied as he slipped off his apron.

"Right," I scoffed. "You hear everything back there. Drive safe."

"Going to bed?" Frank encourages.

"Not yet," I grumbled. "I have less then four hours to deliver on my promises to Ms. Manning. I’ll sleep on Sunday after they check out."

*****

"Are these people still alive?" George the driver of the van questioned me as the motley crew stumbled out of the lodge and into the van.

"Barely," I chuckled.

"Trust me you look great," I heard Peri reassuring the whiner as she pushed the brunette towards the door. Much to everyone’s regret Debbie halted in her tracks and stomped her foot.

I took a deep breath before approaching the duo with the package containing their lift tickets and lesson schedule. "Here is everything you need," I offered breaking through the standoff.

"Thank you," the redhead politely responded.

"Again with thanking her?" Debbie wailed as my ears throbbed from the shrill sound of her voice. "This is what she is paid to do," she added with disgust before stomping off.

"The weather is perfect," I continued ignoring the brunette’s tantrum. "I almost wish I was joining you."

"Peri!" Debbie screamed from the doorway.

"Almost," I muttered under my breath.

"You any good?" The redhead asked warmly ignoring her girlfriend’s outburst.

"Yes," I purred in response. I blushed slightly as I realized that I was flirting. "I grew up around here," I threw out to cover my faux pas.

"Perhaps you’ll get some time off and you could show me?" Peri nervously inquired her emerald eyes gleaming up at me. I opened my mouth to respond but Debbie shrieked out once again demanding the redhead’s attention. Peri grunted as she followed after her wailing girlfriend.

"Have fun?" I called out feeling very sorry for the small redhead.

"Now why don’t I believe that the two of you were talking about skiing?" Was snickered from behind me.

"Helga," I cautioned the maid. "I don’t know what you are implying. I was simply being polite to a guest. And I am a good skier."

"No," Helga began to argue. "I’m a good skier, everyone else who lives here is a good skier you are a champion. Amazing for all the bragging these knot heads are doing that not a one has recognized you."

"Maybe they don’t eat Wheaties?" I theorized with a chuckle. Truth was that ninety percent of my guests don’t recognize me, which is just fine by me.

"I told you that you shouldn’t have covered your face for that picture," Helga argued.

"For the one hundredth time the picture was of me skiing of course my face was covered," I growled as I tried to walk away. I was never comfortable with being what some people considered a celebrity. I just wanted to ski.

"Fine," Helga conceded with a heavy sigh. "I have to get busy cleaning their rooms. You don’t want to know what I’ve been finding in there."

"I’m sure I don’t," I grunted in agreement. The less I knew about these people the better; I felt that I was already privy to far too much information.

*****

"Peace and quiet," I sighed with relief as I stepped into the empty bar failing to notice the lone figure sitting by the fire.

"They’re sleeping," Peri murmured from her perch as she swirled what appeared to be good cognac in a sifter. "All tuckered out from the slopes."

I smiled at her it was nice to see her finally relaxed. "Frank give me one of those too," I instructed pleased when he handed me a snifter of Remi Martin. "Excellent choice," I offered as I took a seat across from her and enjoyed the warmth.

"You were right about the weather," she began with a shy smile. "I wanted to stay and do some night runs. But," her voice turned sullen as it trailed off.

"There is a storm coming in wouldn’t be a good night for it," I offered in an attempt to soothe her. I knew I had failed in my attempt when her emerald eyes turned back towards the fire. "Did your friends have a good time?"

"Yes, I think they did," she smiled her eyes still locked on the fire. "We had more than one mishap on the slopes," she snickered. "They’re not a very coordinated lot despite all of their boasting. Maybe after a good night’s sleep and no partying they will fare better tomorrow."

"Probably," I agreed as I wondered why I was sitting with her and not catching up on my own rest. Peri’s eye lifted meeting mine and I felt the air catching in my lungs.

"Pity," I muttered as I realized just why I was sitting by the fire my mood slipping knowing that she belonged to someone else.

"Speaking of skiing," she coyly began. "Wasn’t there a woman named Danner on a couple of the Olympic teams. Dynamite Danner they called her. I seem to recall she turned pro at some point."

"Really," I shrugged while internally cringing at the awful nickname the press stuck me with when I was just a child. Her smile turned positively mischievous as she held me in her gaze.

"Loved your Chapstick commercial," she snickered with a broad smile.

"Crap," I groaned with a slight snarl.

"You don’t really use that do you?" She inquired playfully.

"No, that was the one product I endorsed that I don’t use," I confessed. "But it helped pay for this place."

"Do you miss it?" She asked me in a serious tone.

"Miss what?" I inquired not understanding what she was asking me.

"Skiing," she continued in a gentle tone.

"I ski all the time," I shrugged. "Just not at that level any longer."

"Okay," she countered with an infectious laugh. "I guess the correct question would be do you miss the competition?"

"No," I answered her honestly.

"Really?" She continued seemingly truly curious.

"Really," I assured her. "Granted if I had blown out my knee earlier in my career I probably would have been devastated. I accomplished most of my goals. You have to understand that I showed promise when I could barely walk and all I really wanted to do was to ski. I wasn’t allowed to do that I had to compete. Now I live a quiet life and hit the slopes when I feel like it. Enough about me, Tell me about you."

"Not much to tell," she sighed with a hint of regret.

"Okay, I’ll and narrow it down," I teased her grateful that she cast another playful smile over at me. "What do you do for a living?"

"I don’t," she grimly answered me.

"Beg pardon?" I urged her on. "What did your grandfather invent glue or something?"

"No," she laughed lightly and I felt my insides tremble. "I invented or created this formula when I was a graduate student at MIT and it is used in products that can be found in almost every household in the world."

"Nifty," I shrugged understanding that she didn’t want to make a big deal out of what she had accomplished. It was concept that I truly could understand. "So you sold your formula and now you’re a lady of leisure."

"Sort of," she smiled and once again I felt my insides quivering. "I patented the formula."

"Smart," I congratulated her. "Now you just sit back and let people pay you to use your idea. Now what?"

"I have no idea," she brightly answered my question. "Thank you."

"For?" I inquired not certain why she was thanking me.

"No one asks me that," she explained. "Everyone just assumes that is it. I did what I set out to do and now I’ll just party."

"I have a unique perspective," I offered as she sipped her cognac. "I retired from my chosen profession when I was just barely twenty-four. My injury drove the groupies and sponsors away leaving me alone with the mountain. Now it is all I want." I lied knowing that if I could have someone like her to share it with my life would be complete.

"Must be nice," she sighed before trying to stifle a yawn. "I need to get some sleep," she shyly offered before bidding me good night.

*****

The following morning I was surprised when I greeted Peri only to receive a brisk response before she and a handful of companions climbed into the van and headed off to the slopes. "Have a nice day," I glumly muttered to myself before setting about my duties for the day.

I was walking down the corridor on the second floor when I heard "Shit the sun is up!" Shrieked from inside of one of the guest’s rooms. My insides boiled as I recognized the shrill tone coming from the wrong room. I suddenly understood Peri’s cool demeanor as Debbie bolted out of what I assumed was Günter’s room wearing only a bed sheet. "Out of my way!" She screeched as she blew past me.

"Gladly," I hissed under my breath as I reminded myself that Sunday was only four short days away. Infuriated by the woman’s demeaning attitude I retreated back to the lobby so I could get some work done. A few moments later I was hiding in my office when I heard the bell at the front desk being chimed repeatedly. "This day sucks," I grumbled when I discovered Debbie still clad in a sheet banging on the bell.

"I need to get into my room," she demanded. "Bitch left without me," she sputtered under her breath as I snatched the bell from her grasp.

"Follow me," I snarled as I snatched up the master key and stormed past her. I listened to unkind words towards Peri as I guided her up to the room. I fought to control my anger, constantly reminding myself that it was none of my business if Peri had decidedly bad taste in women. "Here you go," I grunted as I opened the door for her.

"Oh, I need something special at dinner tonight," she prattled on.

"Such as?" I growled as my eyes narrowed.

"I don’t know," she whined. "A cake or flowers something. I didn’t get a chance to shop before we left. Just make sure it says Happy Anniversary and put it on the tab," she concluded before slamming the door in my face.

My jaw hung open as my eyes tried to burn a hole in the door. I growled deeply before turning almost knocking Helga over. "Should I wait to clean up in there?" She sheepishly inquired.

"Yes," I sighed as I tried to reign in my anger. "Just make certain it is done before Ms. Manning returns," I explained as Helga followed me down the hallway.

"Funny thing," Helga began.

"What?" I snapped.

"For someone who didn’t have time to shop, I’m finding a lot of tags from new clothing in her waste basket," Helga informed me as we descended the staircase.

"I can’t believe that woman," I grumbled with disgust. "First she forgets to sleep in her own room and now she’s trying to make nice with some last minute anniversary cake and sticking Peri with the bill."

"Screw her, Dionne," Helga brightly suggested. "Tell her you forgot or that us yokels don’t know how to bake a cake."

"I can’t, she is a guest," I reminded the both of us.

"Dionne?" Helga tried to coax me.

"I need to find a cake," I snapped before ducking into my office. I went about planning a special meal complete with cake, flowers and a gift from the bitch. I felt sick as I planned the evening, knowing that the plans and subtle touches I was adding would be what I would do if I was the one who was celebrating an anniversary with the attractive redhead.

*****

The party was a success for almost everyone. I had a strange sense of anger clouding me each time I caught the somber look in Peri’s eyes. For the life of me I failed to understand how someone as special as Peri ended up with someone as obnoxious as Debbie. Despite the argument the couple had earlier which everyone at the lodge overheard, Peri simply accepted Debbie’s half ass excuse of falling asleep in one of their friend’s rooms after she finished up the plans for the party.

"See I told you I was planning a party," I overheard Debbie boasting as she guzzled down more of the expensive champagne I had selected before once again admiring the diamond bracelet Peri had given her.

"Everything is lovely," Peri agreed her brow furrowing as she spoke. "The flowers, balloons, cake everything. Thank you," she added smiling for the first time that night. My insides churned when she kissed her girlfriend while the other’s clamored for more champagne.

"Uhm Ms. Clifton," I interrupted the couple as I slid the two elegantly wrapped presents I had purchased over to the scrawny bitch that stared up at me with confusion. "You asked me to hold these for you," I prompted Debbie.

"Of course I did," she boasted as she snatched up the larger package and thrust it into Peri’s face startling the redhead. Debbie looked on gleefully while waving at Frank for more champagne. I smiled as Peri broke out in laughter when she opened the present.

"That is perfect," Peri giggled as everyone including Debbie looked at the Junior Chemistry set I had snuck into town to purchase with glazed over looks of confusion clearly plastered on their faces. I on the other hand was as proud as a peacock.

"I don’t get it," one of the female guests said.

"It is a joke," Peri explained for the woman’s benefit.

"Oh," the woman nodded. "I still don’t get it."

"I’ll explain it later Cindy," Debbie quickly blurted out as she thrust the other gift at her lover. The brunette licked her lips nervously as Peri carefully unwrapped the smaller gift.

"Oh my God, I love it," Peri stammered as she held up the simple crystal prism.

"Really?" Debbie sneered in disbelief.

"Yes," Peri gushed as she held it closer to the candle placed on the table seemingly mesmerized by the flash of colors. She was smiling brightly as she placed it down onto the table. I was elated until Peri captured her lover in a steamy kiss to thank her. Unable to with-stand watching them any longer I ducked out of the room.

I was just about to make it into the safe confines of my tiny apartment, which was located behind my office, when I felt nails digging into my forearm and my body being spun around. "What the hell was that about?" Debbie hissed as she glared at me.

"What do you mean?" I retorted confused by her attitude. I just saved your sorry ass and you’re mad at me?’ I internally screamed.

"Those cheesy gifts," she sputtered bitterly.

"She liked them," I tried to reassure the angry woman.

"My friends are going to think I’m cheap," she fumed.

"And that is what is important tonight?" I stammered out while my eyes widened in horror.

"What did I expect?" She bemoaned as she threw her hands up. "Don’t think about adding that crap to the bill."

"I wasn’t planning on it," I whispered as she strutted back into the dinning room.

I retreated into the safe confines of my apartment as the party carried on into the wee hours of the night. Unable to sleep I wrapped a bathrobe around my body and snuck into the bar. I didn’t bother turning on the lights since I was very familiar with every nook and cranny of my lodge. I poured myself a cognac and made my way over to the fireplace.

When I struck the match so I could light a fire I saw her sitting there in the same chair she had occupied the previous evening. "I’m sorry Ms. Manning I didn’t see you," I apologized as I lit the fire. "I hope I’m not disturbing you."

"Not at all," she glumly replied with a wave of her hand.

"Here," I offered as I handed her my snifter. "It needs to be warmed," I added before rising and pouring myself another glass. I debated on taking my glass back into my room and giving her some privacy. She looked so sad as she watched the flames growing. I took my seat beside her and said nothing.

It was hard for me not to speak, as I wondered why she wasn’t upstairs celebrating her anniversary with her lover. "Thank you," she finally said as she took a sip of cognac.

"You’re welcome," I carefully responded.

"Not for this," she muttered as she swirled the dark liquor around in the snifter. "The party was very nice, thank you."

I was just about to ask her why she was hiding in a dark empty room when someone else beat me to the punch. "What are you doing down here?" Debbie whined from the doorway.

"Why not, you weren’t in our room." Peri flatly retorted her eyes still locked on the flames dancing in the fireplace.

"Well goodnight," I quickly asserted as I jumped out of my chair. My throat burning as I downed the cognac and made a hasty retreat as Debbie stomped into the room.

"This is growing tiresome," I could hear Debbie sighing.

"I couldn’t agree with you more," Peri droned in response as I lurked in the dark hallway. "We need to talk." I silently applauded Peri as I began to step away.

"I know what you are going to say," Debbie cut her off. "I’m bored as well. All this snow and cold we should leave in the morning. In fact the gang agrees that we should head to someplace warmer for the rest of the week."

"You want to leave?" Peri stammered.

"Yes, don’t you?" Debbie pressed as I forced myself away from the sounds of their conversation.

*****

I have no idea how the rest of their discussion went. All I knew was that the following morning the Manning party did not check out. I got the distinct impression Debbie was less than happy and Peri went off to the slopes by herself while the rest of my guests slept in before demanding breakfast at three in the afternoon.

"Do it," I instructed my chef before retreating into my office. In all my years of competing I had my share of groupies and sycophants circling around me, but they paled in comparison to the band of wayward idiots laughing it up in the dinning room. My assessment was confirmed when after receiving a call from the hospital I rushed into the dinning room.

I managed to suppress the urge to call Debbie a bitch when I found her curled up in Günter’s lap. "Ms. Clifton," I cleared my throat trying to get her attention as she fed the beefy man.

"What?" She sneered obviously unhappy with the interruption.

"I don’t want to upset you," I carefully began. "But I just received a call from the hospital and Ms. Manning has been injured. Nothing serious, just a broken arm."

"Oh?" She shrugged before plucking up another piece of fruit to offer to the large man. "Is there anything else?" She griped as I stood there staring at her.

"Don’t you want directions to the hospital so you can go get her?" I stammered as she stared blankly up at me. "Does anyone want to go get her?" I pressed on as the group stared at me as if I had just suggested something completely ludicrous. "Fine," I growled as I turned to make my leave.

"Wait," Günter called out and I blew out a sigh of relief. "A bunch of us want to do a night run at Dynamite canyon have a van ready would you?"

"You mean Ryder Canyon?" I gaped at them.

"That’s the one, Dynamite Danner used to train on it because it was the hardest run on the mountain," he boldly explained to me as if I was the stranger in town.

"I know," I sneered. "And there isn’t a one of you qualified to handle it, much less at night."

"I beg your pardon," he scoffed at me. "I could do that run blindfolded."

"Fine," I snarled as my ire grew. "Tell you what sport if you think you or any of your friends can handle the canyon I’ll take you there in the morning and if any of you beat me down the hill the week is on me and I’ll leave the bar open all night. If I get to bottom first everyone of you little bastards are out of here when we get back."

"Extend our stay for another week and got yourself a bet honey," he proudly proclaimed as his friends cheered him on.

"Deal," I shrugged. "Now if you’ll excuse I need to pick up your friend."

"Maybe that’ll put her in her place," I could hear Debbie snickering.

*****

"How are you feeling?" I asked once I found Peri who was sitting helplessly in the waiting room.

"Like a complete jackass," she grumbled looking around in a vain attempt to find someone else with me.

"Don’t," I tried to reassure her as I helped her into my small hummer. "Accidents can happen in the best of situations."

"That isn’t why I feel like a jackass," she sighed as I climbed into the driver’s seat. "You wouldn’t have another room available?"

"No, I’m sorry your friends took every one," I grimly informed her. "But I’ll have plenty of room tomorrow," I added proudly.

"They’re leaving," she snorted with disgust. "Good riddance. So when did they decide to check out before or after my accident."

"Oh they don’t know they’re leaving," I smirked confidently. "Ever hear of Ryder’s Canyon."

"You mean Dynamite Canyon," she corrected me. "The one they renamed after you, when you won the Olympics? Günter has been ranting about trying it ever since I started planning this trip. I checked it out."

"You didn’t try to ski it did you?" I asked suddenly concerned.

"No, I’m not a complete idiot," she shot back. "That isn’t a ski slope, it is a cliff. How did you not get hurt training on that? It is a straight drop to the bottom of the mountain."

"I could do it because I knew what I was doing and I was in shape for the slope," I dryly explained as I carefully maneuvered along the mountain roads.

"Again it isn’t a slope it is a freaking cliff," she stammered. "I was terrified just reading all the warning signs they place on the way up."

"They have to put those up," I said as my smirk grew. "Every season some Bozo thinks he’s good enough to handle it. Speaking of Bozo’s let me tell you about the friendly little wager I made with your buddy Günter."

*****

She was pale by the time we reached the lodge. "How many of them are going to try?" She stammered nervously.

"Trust me half of them will drop out on the ride up," I reassured her. "The other half will bolt for the gondolier after reaching the top. Except maybe Günter, he’s just bone head enough to think a woman couldn’t beat him to the bottom."

"He could get hurt," she continued. "Despite everything, I really like Günter."

"Despite everything?" I nervously questioned not wanting to be the one to tell her that her buddy Günter was probably sleeping with her lover.

"I wasn’t certain until you just asked me that," she scowled as she opened the door to Hummer. I quickly raced over to help her out.

"I don’t know anything," I professed.

"Doesn’t matter," she sighed. "I know. Normally right about now I’d be convincing myself to just go and talk to her. I’m finished," she explained as I helped her into the lodge. "This was supposed to be a romantic weekend for two so we could rekindle our love life, now I’m just really happy that she’s only going to be here for one more night. I’m also happy in the knowledge that I have it in writing that she gets nothing if I kick her to the curb."

"Look if you need a place to crash tonight my apartment is here on the ground floor," I offered feeling positively giddy over what Peri has just told me. "Trust me when I kick the crew out of here you are more than welcome to stay."

"Honey?" Debbie squealed as she bounced into the lobby. "Did you hear that Günter just got us a free week up here?"

"I thought you wanted to leave?" Peri snarled. "I’m fine by the way."

"Yeah that’s what she said," Debbie shrugged.

"Debbie we have to talk," Peri calmly informed the misguided woman as Günter cringed.

"Bye-bye Debbie," Günter smirked. "So we still on for tomorrow, Ms. Donner?"

I opened my mouth to correct him about my name instead I heard myself saying, "Bright and early."

"I’m looking forward to my extended stay here," he smiled confidently. "Oh and for the record, I flirted with Debbie but I wasn’t the one she’s been sneaking around with. Peri is my friend I wouldn’t do that. It was Mark."

"The scrawny dweeb?" I scowled.

"No accounting for taste," he shrugged and I was just about to tell him who I am when he continued. "Better order more of that fancy champagne for tomorrow, you’ll need it."

"I’ll see you in the morning," I beamed suddenly thinking that maybe I missed competing just a little.

*****

I was confident about the morning race the only thing that kept me pacing through half the night was Peri had failed to return from her talk with Debbie. The rest of the guests kept whispering about the shouting coming from their room. I was just about to turn in when I heard loud screaming coming from the lobby.

I discovered Peri standing in the lobby holding a suitcase. "You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!" Debbie bellowed before storming up the staircase.

"What was I thinking?" She muttered as she stared up at the now empty staircase.

"You were thinking that you need a place to sleep tonight," I quickly offered as I waved for her to follow me. My heart skipped a beat when she complied with my request.

"This is nice," she said with sincerity as she looked around my simple home. "And only one bed?" She stammered slightly.

"I’m taking the sofa," I interjected not that I didn’t want to share a bed with the lovely redhead; I just doubted she would be interested.

"No," she flatly refused. "You have a race tomorrow."

"And you have a clipped wing," I argued. "Either I take the sofa or we bunk together."

"Maybe I should wake up Günter," she sighed. "He offered to let me crash on his sofa for the night. It wasn’t him by the way."

"So, I’ve heard," I confessed. I had already checked the registry and confirmed that it was Mark’s room I saw Debbie falling out of the other morning. "Let Günter sleep. I’m not bragging but even though he is in good shape, he’s not in that good of shape and I grew up on that hill."

"Again I need to say cliff," she smiled. "Okay so we bunk together."

"Not if you’re going to be uncomfortable with it," I protested already resigned to sleeping on my sofa.

"That isn’t the problem," she whispered as I caught the slightest hint of a blush illuminated by the firelight. "I’m comfortable with the idea, too comfortable."

"I’m comfortable as well," I carefully responded as I pulled back the bedding and slipped out of my robe revealing my pajamas. "Let’s go to bed?" I timidly suggested as my heart raced.

"I’ve been waiting for you to say that," she teased me as she kicked off her shoes.

"For how long?" I inquired as I watched her struggling with her sweater.

"Since the first time I heard your voice," she stammered as she continued to fumble with her sweater, the cast on her arm limiting her movements. I climbed over the bed and began to help her. "But I was trying to focus on saving my relationship," she explained once I had lifted her sweater off of her body. She reached for the zipper on her pants and my hands reached out and halted her movements.

"Let me help?" I implored her as I crawled off of the bed and stood before her. I swallowed hard as our eyes met. Her emerald orbs dancing in the firelight as I lowered the zipper on her jeans.

"This is going to take getting used to," she whispered as I began to lower her jeans down her firm body.

"What is? Being single?" I hesitantly inquired as I sank to my knees so I could remove her pants.

"No," she sighed happily. "The cast, being with Debbie is almost like being single at times." She explained as she balanced her body by placing her good hand on my shoulder as I slipped her jeans off of her body. Encouraged by the soft inviting tone she was using I ran my hands up along her legs and looked up at her. The look in her eyes simply stole my breath away. "Is this a good idea?" She asked me in a husky tone that made my body ache while she ran her fingers through my long, dark hair.

I wanted to shout that it was a brilliant idea, yet I was fearful I might scare off this captivating woman. "Peri, we can just sleep if that is what you want." I vowed fully willing to simply lie beside her without touching her. I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect, but if that is all Peri offered then that is what was going to happen.

"That’s not what I mean," she blurted out quickly. "Sorry, I just well, Uhm I want this. I really want this, but isn’t it bad luck before a race?"

"No," I reassured her with a huge grin.

"It’s just that I was under the impression athletes never did this the night before a big event," she softly cooed as she began to massage my scalp in the most pleasant manner.

"Some feel that way," I sighed as I leaned into her touch.

"I just don’t want you to get hurt tomorrow," she smiled down at me, my stomach fluttering in response.

"Even though the race is lopsided, I take the canyon very seriously and I know that winning is never a guarantee for anyone," I explained before kissing her stomach. "Trust me," I whispered against her skin. "Making love the night before a race has never hindered my performance," I continued to reassure her as I began to unbutton her blouse while rising to a standing position. "In fact, at times I’ve found it helped boost my confidence," I added as she moaned while I slipped her blouse from her body.

She melted against my touch as I unclasped her bra and removed the garment. "Wait," she giggled as the tips of my fingers brushed against the swell of her breasts. "You’re not telling me you won a gold medal because you got laid the night before? Do I even want to know who it was?"

"You know that is what my coach said," I quipped as I drank in the sight of her naked body. "You are so beautiful," I said with a happy sigh. "Peri, do you want this?"

"Yes," she moaned as she laced her fingers through my hair and drew me in for a searing kiss. "I’m tired of fighting against my attraction for you." I kissed her again my tongue gently exploring her mouth as my hand cupped her breast. I moaned deeply as I felt her nipple puckering against my touch.

I caressed her breast as I felt her fumbling to unbutton the top to my pajamas. "Crap," she grumbled as our kiss came to an end. I kissed the cast on her hand before guiding her down onto the bed. Her eyes lit up as I began to remove my clothing. I felt as if she was caressing me with her eyes as my garments fell to the floor. "Now I understand how you got the nickname Dynamite," she blew out with amazement.

"I hate being called that," I grumbled as I curled up beside her.

"Dionne," she offered as she reached out and began to trace my trembling skin with her blunt nails. I mirrored her actions my heart racing as I caressed the curve of her hips moving slowly up to the gentle swell of her breasts. We kissed again and again as our hands explored more and more of the other’s body. I loved the feel of her skin prickling beneath my fingers as I drank in the sweet taste of her mouth.

In the back of my mind I was fearful about rushing things and just perhaps Peri was only in my arms because of what she had just walked away from. Yet, as our kisses grew deeper I brushed aside those thoughts knowing that in the morning we could explore our feelings. This night was about desire. It was simple I needed her and she needed me.

I rolled her onto her back, my thigh slipping between her legs and hers between mine. Each of us released a strangled cry as we felt the other’s passion on our skin. We began rocking together in a slow sensual rhythm. My body was pulsating as she moved in perfect unison with me. I felt as if we had become one. I felt her good hand slipping between our bodies, the cast pressing against the bare flesh of my shoulders.

She parted my swollen nether lips while I kissed her neck. The musky aroma of our passion filled the room as my lover’s fingers glided along my wetness. I suckled the hollow of her neck feeling her blood racing beneath my lips as her fingers captured my throbbing clit. She stroked my aching nub as I traced her shoulders with my tongue.

I lifted my hips from her touch, she moaned in disappointment. Her moans quickly turned passionate when my lips greeted her erect nipples. I teased one with my tongue and mouth while my fingers taunted the other. Her body rocked urgently beneath me. I could feel my wetness greeting hers when the rhythm of our bodies grew wild.

The sounds of her moaning mixed with the creaking of the bed filled my ears as I feasted upon her firm, round breasts. My hands and mouth explored the softness of them as I ground my clit against her firm body. She chanted my name in a breathy whisper as she guided me back up her body. Peri captured me in another searing kiss her tongue parting my lips while my fingers drifted lower and I parted her wetness.

I called out her name when her fingers rediscovered my passion. Slowly we began stroking the other, our bodies grinding slowly as we drove the other to the brink of insanity. She felt so soft, so wet, and so amazing that I became lost in her. I slipped inside of her, feeling her mirroring my actions. Our hands and bodies quivered as we filled one another.

Our tongues became entwined as we plunged in and out while our bodies crested against the other. Finally we reached the peak and fell freely screaming into the warmth of the other’s mouth. I held her tightly her hand caressing my body as I panted her name in her ear. I felt her tenderly teasing my nipples fanning the flames of my desire. She guided me onto my back and straddled my body.

Her cast inhibiting her touches only slightly as our clits met and our bodies swayed. Once again our bodies danced together as she suckled my nipple eagerly. I gave my body over to searing passion as our bodies ground together. I teased her nipple with my teeth and my tongue as my nub throbbed against hers. Once again I was free falling as she fell along with me.

Her body collapsed against mine and I wrapped her up in my arms. She kissed my chest before lifting her head. Her smile was brighter and her eyes blazing. "Now that is a happy woman," I commented more to myself elated by seeing her truly happy for the first time. She released a purr as she lifted her body up on her arms. She winced as her broken limb tried to support her supple body.

"Easy there," I cautioned her as I helped her down onto the mattress. I lifted her broken limb to my lips and kissed the thin cast. "Amazing," I said in wonderment as I studied the light plastic cast. "I wish these were around when I got hurt."

"Still itches," she responded with a playful scowl. "I wish I had gotten my work done sooner."

"Wait," I cut off her next thought. "That’s what you did?"

"Plastic is lighter, smaller, more durable, more environmentally friendly, more reusable, more recyclable and stronger," she boasted. "My formula is just one way that made that possible. I got the idea when I was a teenager looking at my mother’s Tupperware thinking it was too bulky and not pliable enough. Then I thought about the vest that cops wear and it just took off from there. A decade later I helped solve the problem. Not a great contribution to mankind."

"Are you kidding me?" I gaped at her. "You are the reason there is more room in my refrigerator and the parts to my toilets don’t wear out as quickly. Most importantly why I sleep better at night knowing the vest my brother wears on patrol will help keep him safe. Not to mention my grandmother’s new hip there are so many things that save lives every day because of what you did," she stared over at me with amazement. "What?"

"You get it?" She whispered as her hand came to rest on the curve of my body. "I can’t believe that you are impressed."

"Why shouldn’t I be?" I questioned her in bewilderment. "I’m in bed with a brilliant scientist."

"Your face was on a box of Wheaties," she gaped.

"Big deal," I shrugged not understanding why she was impressed with me. "I just got down the hill faster than the other guy. That is nothing more than gravity. Well gravity, the right equipment, and training so that my body is more aerodynamic. Peri all I accomplished was going from the top of the hill to the bottom really fast."

"That is why you trained at the Canyon," she blurted out in sudden understanding. "The lack of an incline made your body move faster."

"Yes," I nodded with a smile. "I trained on a lot of slopes. I used the Canyon so that I could learn how to hug the pylons as tightly as possibly going at an accelerated rate of speed without touching them. I knew I could never reach the speed I could at the Canyon in competition, but when I did compete I was ready."

"Honestly, I never thought you were a dumb jock," she began slowly as she caressed my hip. "I just never suspected that you were a math geek like me."

"That would explain my degree in mathematics," I chuckled as her fingers began to drift lower. She lifted her body as her fingers danced along my skin sending tremors through me. She paused when she reached the scar on my knee. I felt a rush of warmth encompassing me when she leaned over and kissed the scar.

"I saw it on television," she started to say as I flinched. I had seen the video of my fall far too many times. I was winning; I clipped the flag and my body spun out of control. I could still feel the pain, the wind rushing against my body as I crashed and spiraled down the mountain. "What happened?"

"I got cocky," I confessed. "Winning comes down to fractions, one sixteenth of a second and you win or lose. I was so far ahead in that competition I knew I had it and I forgot that you don’t control the mountain, the mountain controls you. In one hundredth of a second faster than you can blink an eye I lost control. That was it. I’m lucky I can’t compete any longer but I can walk and ski. Speaking of cocky, I need to tell your buddy Günter who I am. It will give him a chance to bow out gracefully."

"I already did," she shook her head as her fingers resumed caressing my thigh. "I almost didn’t since he forgot to tell me about Mark. But I don’t want him to get hurt. He doesn’t believe me. For some reason everyone thinks your name is Diane Donner."

"You’ve done everything you could," I reassured her.

"Not everything," she retorted with a saucy grin as she lowered her head and began to kiss my thighs. My body quivered as my thighs parted. I gasped when I felt her tongue parting me. My body arched as I felt her flattened tongue gliding along my sex. I wrapped my legs around her as she suckled my nub. My mind and body spun out of control as her teeth and tongue drove me higher. I was flying as I exploded against her. She snuggled against me kissing me deeply as I tasted my passion on her lips before once again claiming her body.

Regrettably we were forced to stop so I could sleep. The following morning after I gave Günter and crew a chance to back out Peri rode with me in the H2 while the others piled into the van. I had to snicker as I noticed how Debbie seemed to be brushed aside and her so called friends tried sucking up to Peri. The free ride was over and all of them wanted back in Peri’s good graces.

The redhead was polite enough but her message was clear none of them were her friend except for Günter. The party was over. Both Günter and I beamed at how she brushed them off. My predication proved accurate and by the time we reached the top of the Canyon almost all of the arrogant knot heads tucked their tails between their legs and bowed out of the competition.

The remaining few who were still bragging took one look over the cliff and quickly decided that they would rather ride the gondolier down to the bottom, except of course Günter. "This is incredible," he gasped with excitement. Although I understood his excitement I needed to talk to him.

"Don’t try to control it," I cautioned him as he waved me off. "I’m serious," I fumed. "I’ve skied the Canyon you haven’t," I sternly informed him. "Take it slow, once you lift off hold your body tight and try to land with your skis down. Then go slowly until you get the feel of the mountain."

"I know what I am doing," he balked.

"I know you think you do," I cut him off. "I’ll give you a head start and watch to make sure you are okay then I’ll follow."

"You’re giving me a head start?" He laughed as his pride over-rode his senses.

"I’m serious," I scolded him. "I’ll follow and once I’m certain you aren’t going to kill yourself then I’ll smoke you."

"Fine," he grunted as he slid up to the edge rocking on his skis until he lifted off soaring through the cold air until his body landed on the snow. My heart raced as he fumbled slightly yet remained standing.

"Don’t fight it," I hissed under my breath sliding my goggles down as I prepared to fly.

"Good luck and be safe," Peri offered tenderly before kissing me lightly.

"I’ll see you at the bottom," I smiled brightly before I returned my attention to Günter and my own descent.

I watched as he finally began to do as I had told him. The snow crunched beneath my skis as I slid back and forth working up enough propulsion. Once I felt confident that both Günter and I were ready I flew off the edge. The wind fought against my body as I leaned into it allowing my body to soar. There was nothing on earth that could compare to the feeling of flying freely through the air. My body did as I had trained it to do and I felt another rush as I landed perfectly.

I followed behind Günter watching to ensure that he was, indeed, going to make it to the bottom in one piece then I took off leaving him behind. I relaxed into the speed and the feel of the wind whipping against me while my skis trembled against the snow. Then just as quickly as it began, I was at the bottom awaiting the others.

"Hey Dionne," I heard called out. I smiled as I turned to see Pete, an old friend, unloading his gear.

"Hey Pete," I responded keeping a careful eye on Günter’s descent.

"What’s up giving lessons these days?" He asked with concern.

"Something like that," I snickered as Günter neared the bottom.

"What a rush!" Günter shouted as he finally glided up to me. "I can’t believe you smoked me like that."

"What are you an idiot?" Pete groused at him as I pulled up my goggles and wiped the snow from my face. Günter gaped at my friend. "You thought that you were going to beat Dionne Danner? That is quite a set you got on you."

I could still hear Pete laughing as he walked away. "You’re Dynamite Danner?" Günter stammered.

"It’s Dionne," I quickly corrected him.

"Wow, I skied with Dionne Danner," he blew out in appreciation. "I don’t get it if you can still ski like that why aren’t you still a pro?"

"Because against the kids out there now, it would be like what we just did only I’d be the last one down," I explained. "That isn’t what is important, did you have fun?"

"Hell yes," he blew out as he stared back up the mountain just as the others joined us. "Strange I’m honestly afraid to do it again but I also,"

"Can’t wait to do it again," I smiled as I patted his arm. "Trust me I understand. I’m itching to get right back up there."

"But you have a lot of guests to check out," he laughed as Peri wrapped her arms around my waist.

"What the hell happened?" Debbie demanded. "How could you let her beat you?"

"I didn’t, she’s just better," Günter beamed. "Apparently not just at skiing," he smirked down at Peri as Debbie stomped off. "We need to get back and pack."

I removed my hold on Peri just long enough to remove my skis and brace them on my shoulder while the others slumped off. "Are you staying?" I hesitantly inquired.

"Yes," Peri gushed in response before cupping my frozen cheek and drawing me in for a lingering kiss. "Actually I was thinking of extending my stay if you have a room for me."

"Oh I know where you can sleep," I snickered as I bumped her playfully with my hip. "If you stay until that is healed," I added as I glanced down at her arm. "Maybe we could hit the slopes together?"

"How can I refuse," she responded with sly smile. "But what will we do in the meantime?"

"I’ll think of something," I promised as I led her to the parking lot.

The End

Living on the Edge

By Mavis Applewater

February 2003

Disclaimers: The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the express permission of the author. So there! If for any reason, real or imagined, you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting, adult women in sexual situations then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then do me a favor and do not read it until it is no longer a crime for you to do so. If in every life a little rain must fall then what is with all this freaking snow?

A special thank you goes out to my beta reader Brunnhilda.

As always this is for Heather.

I looked out the window of the bar and scratched my head in wonderment. For once the weather gurus got it right. It looked as if we were in for a good old fashioned New England blizzard. I was thankful for two things at that moment, first that I had already booked my motel room before the snow got bad and second, that I was ahead of schedule and despite the freak storm, I would still make my delivery on time. Life was simple and uncomplicated, just the way I like it. I have a PH.D in literature so of course I drive cars for a living. Despite all of my hard work in academia, I found that the only thing I was qualified to do was teach. Which I did for a number years before I found the politics and daily grind of the academic world stifling. So much to my parents disappointment I left the small college I was teaching at before reaching tenure, and became a driver.

My life was simple. I drove expensive and not so expensive cars from one location to another. People moved or bought classics cars and needed them delivered. When they wanted to avoid paying expensive rail or trucking fees they hired people like my boss to have them driven to them. I liked my time on the road. It's just me, the open road, and my boom box blaring out my favorite tunes as I drive across the country and deliver the cars. This certainly wasn't the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life but at that moment in time, I was enjoying the solitude and freedom my profession provided. What I didn't know was things were about to change.

I had stepped into the bar not far from the motel I was staying in for a quick drink and a chance to relax. It was a small neighborhood place full of atmosphere and men. The one notable exception was the small blonde woman in the corner. She was a small thing with shoulder length hair and amazing green eyes. The gentlemen in the bar tried to talk to both of us. I was a pro at turning them away. It was probably my height or the icy stare I would cast over at them that kept them at bay. I didn't care, whatever worked. The smaller woman wasn't as fortunate. But the men were polite and friendly, no one made any overt suggestions so I didn't feel a need to step in.

The easy atmosphere changed when the bartender announced it was closing time. I had stopped drinking sometime before that and had every intention of leaving. Still, I didn't feel comfortable leaving the other woman behind. The other patrons had drunk more than they should have and with the weather changing, the bartender decided it was time to call it a night since there was only a handful of customers left. Most of the guys grumbled but complied with the request. There were two exceptions, both looked like trouble as they persisted that they should see the smaller woman home. I could tell by her demeanor during the night that, like me, she was a stranger here who only stumbled into this particular watering hole by chance. She was bundled up and despite the liquor she had consumed, she still clutched a large black travel bag tightly.

The taller of the two men grew more and more insistent that she join him and his obnoxious friend. I could tell by the frightened look in her eyes that she wasn't interested in his offer. That's when I made the decision that changed my life. At the time I didn't realize that my simple gesture would become a life altering experience. Yet even if I had known then what I know now, I would still have intervened. "Hey Sally," I called out from my side of the bar. "You ready to get going?" It wasn't a bold or brave move. I had seen her looking my way more than once that evening, as the men took bets and made snide comments about who was going to get the small woman to go home with them.

"Sure thing," she quickly squeaked out and darted away from her disappointed companions.

I noticed the hostile glares the two men were giving us as she took her place by my side. Thankfully, the bartender moved between us and my new friend's would-be suitors. He gave me a nod that told me he would keep them there until we both got safely away. I nodded in thanks as I led her out to the snowy parking lot. We moved quickly to the '57 Chevy pick-up I was driving. I almost laughed as her eyes widened in surprise when I opened the door of the beat-up old truck and helped her inside.

We both locked the doors and I started the engine. "It takes a moment to heat up," I casually informed my companion. She nodded in response, shivered, and clutched her bag tightly to her body. I glanced quickly and not for the first time that night I noticed that despite the heavy winter clothing, the smaller woman had a really nice body. "So, what's your name?" I asked, rubbing my hands together, hoping to warm them up.

"Sally works," she responded playfully and placed her bag on the floor of the truck. Then she slid across the front seat and snuggled up against me.

At first I thought it was my lucky day, then I began to worry and wonder about this woman. Little things bothered me, like she was out in the middle of nowhere and using a fake name. And I was more than a little interested as to what was in that bag of hers. "Where to?" I offered, in hopes of getting rid of my odd passenger as quickly as possible. I found the smaller woman very attractive but the entire situation didn't feel right. Her body on the one hand, did feel right as she snuggled up against my long neglected body. But I had to remind myself whatever mess she was running from was none of my business.

"I don't know," she confessed with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you live around here?" I tried to encourage her.

"No," she sighed. "I was trying to get a flight out of Boston when the weather shut things down. I caught the train down here in hopes of catching a flight out of Providence. Now the trains have shut down as well."

It made sense, except that if Logan were closed chances were the smaller airport wasn't open either. Her explanation further confirmed my suspicions that she wasn't simply traveling for the holiday weekend. To begin with, the holiday was that day and since she raced down to Rhode Island to catch a flight without checking the status at the airport screamed that she was running from something or someone. It didn't matter, she needed help and I was in a position to help her. "I have a room at the motel just down the road. You are welcome to stay with me until the morning. I'm driving to Barnstable after that. I can drop you at the airport or wherever you want in the morning. The room has two beds," I added quickly letting her know that my intentions were to simply get her out of the storm for the night.

"Thanks," she sighed with relief. "I'll see if I can get my own room first."

I relaxed at her suggestion since I had feared that she didn't have any money. "Good luck. With it being school vacation a lot of families are trapped because of the storm. The desk clerk told me I was lucky to get my room when I did." I took off my glove to feel the heat slowly seeping through the vent. "Like I said there are two beds."

"I don't want to impose," she explained in a soft voice that sent a shiver down my spine. "But if it is the sleeping arrangements you are worried about, I'll leave that up to you."

I was surprised as I felt her trembling hand creeping up along my thigh. I turned to my passenger eager to find out what was going on when her soft lips brushed against my own. I knew that she was frightened as I felt her body trembling against me. I was helpless to stop what was happening between us as I cupped her face in my hands and traced her lips with my tongue. Her soft whimper encouraged me to take things just a little further. I parted her quivering lips with my tongue and felt a rush of excitement fill me as she parted her lips in response. I eagerly explored the warmth of her mouth and felt her hands clasping my hips.

She undid the zipper of my heavy winter coat. Her small hands began to roam as her tongue greeted my own. We were lost in the fiery kiss until I felt the button on my jeans being freed. I captured her small hand in mine. "Not here," I panted, my eyes focused only on the steady rise and fall of her chest. "Those two idiots should be stumbling out of the bar anytime now," I explained as I put the truck in gear.

I drove slowly down the snow covered road. The old truck slipped along and I was more than thankful that the streets were deserted. "Home sweet home," I said with relief once we were safely parked in the motel parking lot. Her emerald eyes twinkled up at me in the darkness and I could feel my heart beating just a little faster. I couldn't deny my attraction towards the small blonde, still the entire situation was more than a little strange.

We were both shivering by the time we had dragged ourselves through the snow covered parking lot and up to my room. "Oh warmth. I've been on the go since yesterday," she sighed with relief as she tucked her bag under one of the beds while I began to remove my jacket. I curiously peered over to the bed and wondered just what was in her bag. 'Doesn't matter since tomorrow we will go our separate ways.' I reasoned then turned up the thermostat. "Why don't you take a shower? It should help with the cold," I suggested, suddenly feeling very nervous.

The throaty chuckle my new roommate released made me tremble. Strange, since I most certainly was not a virgin and the girl, despite her bravado in the truck, seemed in many ways naïve. "Why don't we take a shower?" she suggested, her voice cracking slightly.

"Is that what you want, Betty?" I threw out the new name to see what her reaction would be.

She chuckled for a moment as she crinkled her nose. I thought she looked positively adorable. "I want . . . whatever you want," she offered with a twinkle in her emerald orbs. "Speaking of which, what should I call you?"

"Kylie," I offered and began to unlace my boots. "So, Vivian, are you always this forward?"

"No. But I decided that my life needs adventure," she asserted.

"So you skip town and go to a motel with some strange woman?" I asked with amazement. "Where are you going after here?"

"I don't know," she laughed. "I just retired."

"Uh huh," I muttered as I cast a questioning gaze over at my companion. "Wilma, are you going to tell me your name or are you just going to me keep guessing?"

"I'll stop you when you come up with one I like," she played with me. "I'm going to take a shower." She began to strip off her wet clothing. When she was clad in nothing but her underwear she grabbed the bag out from under the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Whatever you say, Heather," I called after her.

'Okay she's been traveling for two days and has no idea where she is going and her name is going to remain a mystery.' I thought as my mind conjured up the image of her standing in the middle of the room in nothing but her underwear. Instead of worrying that I might have an ax-murderer in my room, my focus was on the sight of her erect nipples straining against her bra. "What the hell, maybe she'll put a smile on my face before she hacks my body to bits?" I reasoned out loud before I tore off my clothing and stepped into the steam filled bathroom.

She squeaked when the cold air hit her as I pulled back the ugly shower curtain and joined her. "Freda, shall I wash your back?" I whispered in her ear as I wrapped my long arms around her waist. Her contented sigh encouraged me to continue. I lathered the soap in my hands and began to cover her body with a rich, thick lather. My hands were gliding along the soft curves of her body while my mind kept questioning why it was I didn't see anything, fresh clothing or personal items laid out? 'What is in that bag if it isn't travel supplies?' My questions vanished as my hands drifted up to the swell of her breasts.

Her body arched against mine as I cupped her firm, full breasts. Her nipples were pressing against the palm of my hands and I pressed the length of my body into her backside. She moaned as I began to nibble on her neck, my hips pressed harder against her. I could feel her body grinding against me as I feasted upon her neck and teased her nipples. "Kylie," she gasped, thrusting her ass harder against my body.

I was humming with desire as the hot water cascaded down upon us. I pressed her against the tiled surface of the shower wall and parted her thighs with my knees. I pressed my thigh against her throbbing clit while my hands began to roam across her back. The sounds she was releasing were like a symphony. She rocked her body urgently against my thigh. I could feel her passion painting my flesh as I matched her urgent rhythm.

Her head fell back and I captured her face with one of my hands and drew her closer. Once again we were captured in a kiss that threatened to undo me. I slipped my free hand around her waist and she continued to thrust wildly. My hand drifted lower and lower until I brushed her golden curls. I was light headed as I dipped into her wetness while her body wriggled against mine. "Do you want this?" I panted as I tore my lips from hers and clasped her hip firmly.

"Yes," she gasped in response.

I captured her clit between my fingers and teased it while my hips swayed against her firm body. "Yes," she repeated, her body matching my fevered pitch. She whimpered in protest as my fingers moved away from her aching need. I parted her legs and reached between us and began stroking her clit as I pressed my fingers deep inside of her. She was trying to clutch the slick, wet surface of the wall as my fingers pressed against the opening of her center. "God, yes," she pleaded and pressed her body against my hand.

I could feel the walls of her center gripping my fingers as I entered her. The blonde's body moved urgently against my hand as I kissed her shoulders. "You feel so good," I whispered against her skin as my fingers wiggled deep inside of her. She continued to plead for more and I began to plunge in and out of her wetness while I rode against her trembling body. I added another digit deep inside of her, while my thumb began to tease her clit. The water kept pounding against our bodies as we became lost in the wild frenzy of desire. I could feel my body trembling with an aching need as I drove her closer and closer to the edge. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want," she panted, "God, I want to taste you."

"Cum for me first," I demanded, my heart hammering against my chest.

I felt her body exploding against my touch. I couldn't understand how my night had taken such a delightful turn. I was helpless to fight against the raw aching need that seemed to be possessing us. Her body tightened around my fingers, capturing them inside of her as she collapsed against the wall. I held her until I felt her body still. Then I slipped my touch from her warmth. My partner didn't waste a moment before she turned the tables on me. Soon I was the one with my back pressed against the wall moaning in pleasure. She captured one of my nipples in the warmth of her mouth as her tiny fingers teased the other.

She teased my nipple with her teeth and her tongue. I was grinding myself against her in an effort to find the release my body was crying out for. "Dear God!" I cried out as I felt my breasts being pressed together and her tongue teasing both of my nipples at once. My head made contact with the wall more than once as her mouth feasted upon my breasts. I whimpered as I felt my aching nipples being released from the warmth of her mouth. My whimpers soon turned to needy moans as she began to kiss her way down my body.

Every fiber of my being was begging her to take me as she licked and tasted my skin. I was ready to collapse when I felt her tongue dipping into my navel. I felt her hot breath caressing the damp curls of my mound and was certain that I was going to fall over. My fingers slipped and fumbled as I tried in vain to grip onto the wall my body was pressing against. She nestled herself between my legs and parted my nether lips. I almost fell over as I draped one of my legs over her shoulders and she tenderly kissed the insides of my thighs. I balanced myself by gripping her shoulders as I felt her tongue running along my sex. I had been stunned when I touched her and felt how much she desired me. Now I was amazed as I felt my own desire pouring from me. She went slowly as her tongue glided along my swollen lips. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt the first flicker across my throbbing clit.

I could feel my hips moving in rhythm with her mouth as she feasted upon me. I clutched her shoulder tightly with one hand as I placed the other on the back of her head pulling her deeper inside of me. I fought to remain standing as she suckled my clit into the warmth of her mouth while her fingers entered me. My hips thrust harder and harder against her. All I could think about at that moment was how much I wanted to cover her entire body with my wetness.

My body was banging against the wall as I felt her tongue and her teeth teasing me while her small fingers plunged in and out of me. I could feel my body opening up even further as she used her free hand to gather my wetness. "Yes," I hissed, and felt her fingers caressing my backside. I was groaning with an urgent need as she painted the puckered opening with my passion. My entire body quivered as I felt the light pressure of her finger entering me.

Her hand stilled as my body accepted her touch. My need to release was smothering me as I felt the light caressing of her tongue teasing me closer to the edge. Once again my hips were swaying, urging her to take me deeper. "Please, baby," I begged. I felt her filling me completely. I rocked my body wildly against her touch as her mouth and hands pleasured me. "God yes, harder," I pleaded and tried to impale my body on her hands. I tried to fight against the waves of ecstasy as our bodies bucked wildly against one another.

I couldn't stop it from happening, I screamed out and my body exploded against her. I pressed her face deeper inside of me and rubbed my desire over her. She continued to drink in my wetness as her hands stilled inside of me. She released murmurs of delight as she continued to bury herself inside of me while I climaxed against her. I could feel the air leaving my lungs as my body arched in the convulsion.

I was almost collapsing when I felt her wrapping her arms around my still trembling body. I kissed her and savored the taste of my passion on her lips before we rinsed off our spent bodies. We were both still weak in the knees as we dried off. We finally left the tiny bathroom wrapped only in a thin towel. Neither of us spoke and then she pulled me down onto one of the beds and we began to kiss with a renewed passion.

Our legs wrapped around each other and I rolled onto my back and pulled her up on top of me. I could feel her desire once again painting my skin as I tugged on the thin towel she was wearing. I ripped the towel from her firm body and tossed it off into the darkness. She straddled me and began to rock against my stomach as I cupped her breast. She released words of passion, her hips swaying and her clit grinding against my body. I drew her down until I could capture her nipple in my mouth. I suckled her greedily while she continued to wriggle against me. "Cum for me," I pleaded against her skin as my hands darted out and clasped her hips.

I massaged her backside as she continued to rock against me. Her emerald eyes were dark with desire as I guided her to ride harder against my body. Soon I need to feel more as I dipped my fingers into her wetness. We became lost in a kiss as I felt her riding against my fingers. I felt her tiny digits filling me. Our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as we plunged in and out of each other until we were both crying out with pleasure.

Now that should have been it with the mysterious blonde but when morning came around we still craved the others touch. "So how far is Barnstable?" she asked. She pulled the sheet down to reveal her naked body.

"It is on the Cape," I explained as my eyes scanned her body.

I was about to say more but I wasn't unable to as I watched her hands cup her own breasts. She pinched and teased her nipples slowly. I crawled across the bed as her hand drifted down her body until she was dipping her fingers in her own wetness. "Care for some company on your trip?" she asked as her nimble fingers began to tease herself. I couldn't respond with words. Instead I lowered my mouth until I was suckling upon her nipple. I could feel her still pleasuring herself as I teased her. It felt glorious to have her body exploding against mine.

So in my infinite wisdom I asked her to join me. We chatted idly while I drove us slowly and carefully to Barnstable. At first I thought I was going to find it difficult sharing my open road and solitude with another person. Instead, I found the blonde's company delightful. More than once I doubted my sanity by inviting a complete stranger to join me on my journey. I quickly dismissed my worries each time she reached across the seat and touched me. It is amazing how a little hot sex can cloud someone's judgment.

Her subtle touches and our light conversation instantly put me at ease. When we stopped for lunch at a small restaurant my companion picked up the check without batting an eye. I still hadn't informed her why I was driving to Barnstable in the first place. "Well Debbie, aren't you a little young to be retired?" I asked, not having shared my profession with her just yet. I reasoned she would find out once we dropped off the truck. She still hadn't revealed her name to me yet, so I wasn't in a hurry to reveal any details of my private life to her.

"No, I think that I'm at just the right age," she answered me with a gleeful smile and patted her precious bag once again.

"What is you did for a living that you can afford an early retirement?" I pressed.

"This and that," she answered with a shrug. "Are we staying in Barnstable?"

"No," I responded in a clipped tone that made her pull away. "I have to deliver something and then I'm going back to Boston."

"Oh?" she mumbled in a worried tone.

"Problem Bertha?" I asked.

"No." She stared out the window. "It isn't drugs or anything like that is it?"

"No," I laughed, "it is perfectly legal, Velma."

I found it strange that she was worried about my activities since I was still unaware of her real name. Frankly, I was running out things to call her and still hadn't discovered her true identity or what was in that bag she clung to like it was a life preserver. "We're here," I announced as we pulled into the long snow covered driveway. "Grab your bag," I informed her as I grabbed up my own belongings.

She gave me a strange look as I climbed out of the beat-up old truck and walked up to the front door. "I can't believe you're early," the gray-haired gentleman exclaimed. He rushed out the front door. I saw my blonde companion trailing along behind me and handed the man the keys to the truck. "I thought with the storm you'd be late."

"No sir," I responded proudly.

"She's a beauty," he continued to babble as he looked over his new truck. "I'm going to restore her." Then he led us into his elegant home.

"This is my friend, Mildred," I introduced the blonde who was hiding behind me.

He really didn't give either of us a second glance as he ran to get his checkbook. "What exactly are you delivering?" the blonde asked me in a hushed tone.

"The truck," I responded casually. "That's what I do. I drive cars from one location to another so the owners don't have to ship them by rail."

"Wow, that must be great, just traveling all over."

"Thinking of a new profession, Anne?"

"No thanks. So how do we get back to Boston?"

"Bus," I grumbled, not looking forward to long trek back to the city in a stale smelling bus.

Mr. Connor thanked us repeatedly for delivering his truck early. I took his check and accepted his offer to drop us off at the bus station. Once we were on the bus I noticed my traveling companion had grown strangely quiet. "You spent a lot of traveling time just to get back to where you started," I said in an effort to break the growing silence.

"I know," she sighed. "I tried getting out of town on Saturday but all the flights to fun places were booked. I got a ticket for a Sunday flight but then the storm grounded everything."

"So where are you off to?" I casually inquired.

"Don't know," she yawned, "anywhere warm. I just need to get away."

"Something wrong with Boston?"

"No. I just need a change."

"And a little adventure?" I teased as I gave her a playful nudge.

"And a little adventure," she agreed with a bright smile. "So far I'm enjoying my new life."

She drifted off to sleep snuggled up against me. During the long journey I kept wondering what would happen if I convinced her to stay? Finally the exhaustion from lack of sleep caught up with me and I drifted off as well. I didn't wake up until the bus pulled into South Station. I nudged my sleeping companion and helped her off of the bus. Once we were inside the warm station I stretched out my tired body as my new friend raced over to a news-stand. I laughed when I caught up with her and found her sporting a New England Patriots baseball cap that was far too large. "Don't you like it?" she giggled from beneath the large brim.

"It's a look," I chuckled.

My heart felt heavy as I realized that our time together was coming to an end. "Well, where to now?"

"Back to airport I guess," she sighed.

"Oh well it was nice meeting you . . ." I hesitated since I was still unaware of her name, "Tracy."

"Nice meeting you as well, Kylie," she responded in a sad voice and we shook hands.

At the time, I thought walking away from her was the hardest thing I had ever done. A few short hours later I would discover that there was something even harder awaiting me. I dropped Mr. Connor's check off with my boss and headed straight to my apartment in the South End. I flipped through my mail then turned on the television and received the shock of my life. Most of the news was about the big storm that had rocked the East coast. There was another story that rocked my world. I paced around my apartment before I made the telephone call. Then for some unknown reason I raced to the airport.

I searched for her frantically. I knew the police wouldn't spot her right away. She looked quite different from the dowdy picture of her with drab brown hair and thick glasses that had been splashed across my television screen. But I knew her the moment I saw the picture. I found her calmly sitting at the Dunkin Donuts stand. She was still holding her bag tightly as she sipped her coffee. Now I understood why. "Fancy meeting you here," I greeted her as I took a seat at her table.

"Hey! I was hoping that our paths might cross again."

"Yeah," I muttered as I felt a pang of guilt stabbing at my heart, "so Eunice, rob any banks lately?"

Her face fell as she tried to bolt out of her chair. I reached out and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down. "Why?" I asked her.

"Long story," she responded in a heavy tone. "So much money and by the way, it wasn't robbery. It's embezzlement." I laughed at her attempt to debate the issue. "You called the cops didn't you?"

"I'm sorry," I responded with sincerity as I spied the police carefully approaching us.

"Don't be," she said with a sly smile. She placed the bag on the table as she stood. Eunice gave up without a struggle. "Wait for me?" she teased me as they led her away.

"I'll try," I answered with a hearty laugh, unable to believe her bravado.

Eunice Evans pled guilty and received a stiff sentence for walking out of the bank she worked in with a little over eight million dollars stuffed in travel bag. She locked the doors and set the alarm as she had done for years. The one exception was the money she took from the vault. She received a very stiff sentence but could be out on parole in seven years if she behaved. The only thing that added to her sentence was, despite the fact that she was carrying most of the money, there was still a couple of million missing and Eunice wasn't volunteering the whereabouts.

As for me, oddly enough, I am stilled charmed by the little criminal. I visit her every chance I get. She doesn't seem to resent me for turning her in. We talk and we flirt. I look forward to yet dread the day she gets out. I have a feeling I know where the rest of the money is. Eunice still isn't willing to disclose that information. She is biding her time. I'm certain that when she gets out she will simply disappear with the money. I know that when that day comes, I'll miss her.

The End