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Girl on Skis

By Romany

(M/G)

He noticed her at the chair lift, a girl skiing on her own. She
was young and pretty so he deliberately held back so he could
join her on the chair. She glanced at him as they came out of the
lift lines abreast of each other and she smiled perfunctorily at
him as they waited to advance to the load line and wait for the
chair to come around for them. Reaching back, they gauged the
distance of the approaching chair and eased onto it as it came up
to them; lowering the safety bar as the chair swung and lurched
forward for the long ride to the top station.

�Kind of cold today,� he said looking across at her.

�Yeah it is a bit,� she said; briefly glancing at him.

He decided she was wary of talking given she was a thirteen or
fourteen year old girl on her own. It was a quad chair with only
the two of them on it and she sat on the left and he on the right
with a gap between them where two more skiers could have sat. He
decided to press on with conversation.

�Are you from around here?� he asked.

�No�well I used to be, but not now,� she said not looking at him.

�Oh really?� he said. �When did you leave and where are you
living now?� he asked trying to make conversation.

�I was six I think�when we left�Denver. I live in California,�
she said and glanced at him, clearly uncomfortable she was being
questioned.

He nodded and decided she wasn�t happy about talking to him. They
lapsed into silence. A few minutes passed and then she turned to
him.

�Are you from around here?� she asked.

He wondered if she had decided she had been rude by not wanting
to talk and was now trying to redeem herself by picking up the
thread of the conversation.

�Actually I�m kind of like you,� he laughed. �I used to live in
Denver and I moved away to Boston,� he said.

She smiled and this time he sensed it was genuine.

�When did you leave to go to Boston?� she asked, seemingly with
genuine interest.

�Ah�about seven or eight years back,� he said thinking back.
�2002 I think,� he said counting on his fingers.

She raised her eyebrows and he looked at her pretty face which
seemed to have lit up at his answer.

�I think that�s when we left,� she chuckled.

�What a coincidence,� he laughed. �Both leaving Denver at the
same time.�

They lapsed into a brief silence and he turned to her.

�What brings you back to Vail?� he asked studying her; noting the
blond hair under her helmet.

�Dad lives here�in Avon�� she said. �I�m visiting.�

�Oh�so you don�t normally live with him then?� he asked.

She shook her head and gazed down and fidgeted with her gloves.

�Mom and Dad are divorced,� she said with a hint of sadness. �I
come and visit and ski,� she said.

�And you live with your mom in California?� he said.

She nodded.

�Where did you learn to ski?� he asked.

�Tahoe�mom used to take me there,� she answered. �And then dad
and I here when I was little and I got better at it,� she added.

�Are you skiing alone?� he asked and looked around as if there
might be someone on the chair behind.

�Yeah my dad couldn�t get off work today,� she said showing
disappointment.

�Does he work here in Avon?� he asked.

�Yep�he has a maintenance company, serving the hotels as a
contractor,� she explained and he noted she seemed proud of her
dad�s work. �Winter is his busy time of the year,� she added.

�Well I guess he has to make hay when the sun shines,� he said
and then realized how absurd the comment was given it was January
in the snow covered Rockies.

She burst out laughing and he laughed with her.

�You get my meaning,� he said laughing as the moment passed.

They reached the summit and he lifted the safety barrier and they
skied off the chair.

�Have a good ski,� he called as she zoomed off to the right,
slowing to push her hands through the straps on her poles.

�You to,� she said turning back briefly and then pushed off and
skied away from him.

He didn�t see her during the next two runs he had and he traveled
up on the chairlift alone. The mountain was quiet as the weather
was on the verge of closing in and had kept people away. It was
on his third run down he decided to try a black run, which was
the hardest terrain, and he slowly negotiated the moguls and
steep slope as he wended his way down to the cat track at the
bottom. It was about a third the way down he heard the swish of
an approaching skier and he slowed fearing the skier might not
see him in the descending gloom. The skier whizzed past and then
about twenty feet below, wiped out in a flailing of arms, poles
and skis, and a shower of powdered snow. A good solid crash. He
skied along slowly watching to see if the skier was OK and
realized it was the girl. She lay facing down the slope and one
ski was above her by about ten feet. He skied carefully to her
ski and picked it up with some difficulty given the slope was
steep. He was an intermediate skier and had to negotiate steeper
runs with care and caution so he took a minute or two to get to
her.

�Are you OK?� he called.

She sat up and looked up at him, dusting herself off and
adjusting her helmet as it had twisted when she crashed. She held
a hand up in the universal sign she was OK. He skied down and
stopped just above her. She looked up at him with a foolish grin
on her face.

�I feel so stupid,� she said.

�Don�t be,� he said and gingerly passed her the wayward ski.

She took it and lay it below her and tried to stand but the ski
slid a few inches away.

�Hang onto my pole,� he said extending it towards her.

She took the ski pole and steadied herself and trapped the
wayward ski while she slid her boot into the binding and snapped
the binding closed. Testing the ski to see it was securely
fastened.

�You OK�it�s set solid?� he asked.

�Yep�good to go�thanks,� she said confidently, and retrieved a
ski pole she had dropped behind her.

As she arranged herself to get ready to descend the slope he
studied her. As well as being pretty, she was slim and athletic
judging by the way she had maneuvered herself to stand. She wore
a lime green jacket with white panels in the side and a pair of
dark pants with a mock camouflage pattern that seemed to be all
the rage with young snowboarders. The pants were tight on her
butt and he knew she had a good figure. She glanced at him and
grinned and readied to ski down.

�I�ll come down with you,� he said. �I�m suspecting they might
close the mountain; the top here at least,� he added.

She had pulled her goggles over her eyes and lifted a hand with a
thumb up to signify her understanding, and then pushed off ahead
of him. He watched her and noted she seemed over-cautious and he
had to slow to stay above her so he could monitor her descent. He
knew the crash had rattled her and she was just being brave
indicating to him she was fine to ski down. It took some time and
when they reached the cat track below a Ski Patrol member was
standing waiting for them.

�We�d like skiers to clear the top of the mountain,� the young
woman called as they approached. �If you and your daughter could
make your way down please. We�re closing the lifts from the
Spruce Saddle,� she added.

The girl looked at him quickly at the mention of �daughter� and
he stared at the Ski Patrol women called Julie on her name tag.
It was unimportant to point out he wasn�t the girl�s father;
totally irrelevant to the message given. He glanced at the girl
then back at Julie and nodded. Julie skied off to find more
skiers to advise the lifts above the saddle were closing.

�Are you OK to ski down?� he asked with concern.

�Sure,� she said confidently.

�Stick to the blue or green runs,� he suggested. �It�s a long way
down.�

They skied down together, arriving at the Spruce Saddle in a rush
of speed as they flew through the dip at the bottom to get speed
up the rise to the facility. She stopped and waited for him and
he skied up beside her.

�Do you want to go straight down�I can ski with you if you like,�
he said.

�I might get a hot drink,� she said looking at the facility.

�OK�good idea�my treat,� he said, and without waiting for her
agreement to his joining her, he skied to the ski rack and
started taking his skis off.

Inside the facility she excused herself to go to the bathroom and
he asked her what she wanted before she left. He got her a hot
chocolate and a muffin she hadn�t asked for, and a coffee for
himself, and he found a table and sat and waited for her to
return. The restaurant was quiet as a lot of people had left the
mountain for the day. It was nearly eleven o�clock. She arrived
in the seating area and saw him and clumped across in her ski
boots to join him. Her jacket was open and he saw she was indeed
slim and he noted she had nice set of boobs behind her woolen
top. She sat down and placed her helmet on a chair with her
gloves inside and fluffed her medium length blonde hair which he
saw was curly from having being permed. She sat opposite him.

�There�s a muffin if you want,� he said as she took the cup of
hot chocolate in her hands and sipped it.

She looked at the muffin and nodded her thanks.

�I�m Andrew�call me Andy�Andy Fellowes,� he said and held a hand
across the table.

She took it and they shook hands.

�I�m Annie,� she said.

�Just Annie?� he said with a grin. �Nothing else?�

�Annie Carstairs,� she said with a grin.

�Of course you are,� he said slowly; staring at her intently.
�Annie Louise Carstairs�Louise after your grandmother�your mom�s
mom�I knew it.�

�What�what are you talking about? How did you know that?� she
said looking stunned.

�I know you�met you before,� he said and stared at her.

�How?� she said staring in amazement at him.

�You�re mom is Alison Carstairs, nee Haddon,� he said. �And your
dad is Ben Carstairs.�

�O-mi-God!� she exclaimed. �How do you know all this?�

�Because I was their best man when they got married,� he said
quietly, a sense of sadness tempering the excitement of meeting
the girl; his old friends� daughter.

Her mouth opened like a goldfish gulping in the bowl. She sat
staring at him.

�Do you know about me?� he asked carefully.

�No�no�nothing specific,� she said still trying to assimilate the
coincidence. �I�ve seen mom and dad�s wedding photos�some time
back. She doesn�t keep a picture out anywhere because they�re
divorced,� she explained. �But I have seen a wedding photo. But I
can�t really recall you�just Auntie Beth who was bridesmaid,� she
said.

He chuckled lightly and looked away as if remembering then looked
back at her.

�Beth Pope�Beth and I were together when your mom and dad got
married,� he said.

�Pope? She�s Goodwin�Beth Goodwin,� Annie said correcting him.

�Of course�I expect she�s married now,� he said explaining the
different surname. �She was Pope when we were together.

Annie sat and stared at the cup between her hands. She was just
about to say something when the public address crackled and a
voice came on telling skiers the mountain was closing due to the
weather and to make their way down to the bottom immediately.

�Come on�we�d best get moving,� he said. �We can get another
drink at Beaver Creek village.

Still somewhat shocked at his revelation, Annie obeyed and stood
gathering up her helmet and gloves. They did not speak on their
way back to their skis, as both were intent on getting their skis
on to ski down. When both were set, they pushed off down the
mountain, staying together. Annie intrigued by his story and a
raft of questions came to her as she trailed him down. They stuck
to blue runs as they were both accomplished enough to handle the
intermediate level terrain. It was faster than the green cat
tracks which meandered as a series of long cross-mountain
traverses. As they neared the bottom she called �wait� and he
slowed and stopped. He could see she was struggling so he waited
for her to reach him.

�You�re tired,� he said noting she was puffing. �Let�s head
across and pick up the cat track. You can take it easy and get
your breath for the last push to the bottom,� he said.

She understood and nodded and skied off ahead. This time he
followed her, annoyed with himself that he hadn�t stayed behind
her to monitor her progress for the run down. Behind him, she
could have fallen and hurt herself and he would have missed it.
This was better now that he skied behind her to keep an eye on
her. He felt the cold as the wind was now blowing hard enough to
lift the powdery snow. Andy was secretly pleased the day had been
aborted, and he had some time to perhaps talk to her some more.
He wanted to hear about her mother and Beth. Her father would not
be expecting her until late afternoon so maybe she had time to
join him. They reached the bottom and skied up to the edge of the
cobblestones at the top of the elevator. They removed their skis
and clumped in their boots to the elevator to go down to the next
level. He had his street shoes in a locker he had rented as an
overnight locker for his skis, poles, boots and helmet. She said
she also had a locker with her street shoes stored in but she was
carrying her skis, boots and poles back to her fathers. He
convinced her to share his overnight locker and she could get her
skis next day if the weather was clear again. It would save her
carrying the gear home. Given he was an old family friend, she
agreed and after their ski gear was securely locked away for the
night, they caught the bus to the lower landing and then squeezed
into the chairlift to the Avon landing. The gondola was full and
they rode the short distance in silence with other skiers. At the
bottom they cleared the gondola last and head towards the bus
stops.

�Tell me about my mom and dad,� she said once the other ski
patrons had moved away from them.

�Come to my condo and have that hot drink you started and I�ll
fill you in,� he said pointing to a hotel across the road.

She paused and looked a little troubled and then nodded and
caught him up. He smiled to himself knowing she was considering
all the things her mother would have told her about accepting
rides or hospitality from strangers. In a way he was pleased she
did stop to consider who he was and who he might be. Inside the
condo he started the gas fire and went and put a pot on the stove
to heat milk for hot chocolate. He could see she was being polite
waiting for him to complete the preparation for a hot drink but
clearly eager for him to start talking. She hung her jacket on a
clothes peg inside the door and she went and sat patiently on the
couch; turned watching him as he worked behind the bench in the
open kitchen. As he stood looking at the warming milk, the
tension to know all about him and her parents got the better of
her.

�How did you know my mom and dad?� she called from the couch.

He smiled at her as he looked up and then looked back at the pot
of milk.

�You�re dad and I were buddies at CU�Colorado University,� he
began. �Over the first few months we got together, he met your
mom and I met Beth. We became a tight foursome,� he explained.

He paused and stirred the milk that was just on the verge of
boiling.

�What do you know about your mom and dad from back then?� he
asked cautiously.

�Not much�but mom and dad never finished college did they?� she
said. �They dropped out.�

He looked up at her and nodded.

�Do you know why?� he asked carefully.

�Me,� she said poking a thumb at herself. �Mom got pregnant with
me.�

�Ok so you know that�I didn�t want to tell you something your
folks maybe hadn�t told you about you and them,� he said. �I�m
not sure what I should say because I�m sure there�s stuff they
might not have told you�might never tell you,� he said taking the
milk of the heat and pouring it carefully into a mug of chocolate
powder.

He stirred the hot chocolate and then walked across to her with
it and sat down on the other end of the couch facing her. She
took the mug and thanked him, and took a sip. It was hot so she
sat with the sleeves of her sweater pulled over her hands and
cradled the mug between them and blew into the top.

�Did they ever tell you why they split up?� he asked cautiously.

�Not really,� she said. �I�ve asked mom a couple of times�and
dad�but I think they don�t like to talk about it,� she said.

He looked troubled and shifted uneasily on the couch.

�What is it?� she asked concerned he looked troubled.

�I�m not sure this is for me to say,� he said looking at her.

�Please tell me,� she said quietly looking at him with her light
blue eyes.

He felt a slight choke in his throat. She was beautiful. So
beautiful and precious when he thought back to the last time he
saw her. She was just a little girl then; not school age. He
looked down at the floor and pondered what to say. With a sigh he
leveled his eyes at her as she sat pensive holding the mug in her
hands.

�You have to tell me,� she said a little agitated. �You can�t
just say�like�you know something but won�t say,� she said looking
at him with pleading eyes.

Andy sighed and stared at her. He knew he was trapped having
alluded to some information that he now appeared like he wouldn�t
elaborate on. It must be frustrating for her.

�It was me�I was the reason your mom and dad broke up,� he said
quietly.

Her mouth opened and she stared at him.

�Why?� she said quietly. �You were their friend.�

�I know Annie�I was their best friend�one of two�the other being
Beth,� he said nodding agreement. �But�well�something
happened�between your parents�when you were about five or six,�
he said.

�What happened?� she said.

�I�m not sure�I don�t think even Beth was sure and she was
probably closer to your mom than anybody,� he said wearily.
�Certainly your dad never had an answer.�

He looked at her and then continued.

�The relationship between your mom and dad began to deteriorate.
Beth picked up on it first and for awhile I didn�t see it. But as
we spent time with your folks it was clear there was a growing
animosity there. She was always snippy with him and sometimes
they had short sharp arguments in front of us,� he said.

�Do you know why?� she asked quietly.

�I think it was a sort of an early life crisis for your mom,� he
said. �Don�t take this the wrong way, because they both loved you
so much,� he said reaching and squeezing her arm. �We all loved
you�you were such a gorgeous little girl�still are,� he said with
a smile.

She blushed at his compliment.

�But Beth thought your mom finally realized she�d missed out
somewhere. Your dad had dropped out shortly after she had you
because they couldn�t afford for him to continue at college. So
they became a young married couple with few prospects and a baby
and the need to make ends meet,� he explained. �And Beth thinks
your mother felt somehow cheated, and frustrated at how to change
things. She became picky and irritable and her attitude rubbed
off on your dad and a level of mutual resentment grew without
either of them seeing it,� he said and paused noting she looked
sad and maybe she would cry.

She sensed he was concerned for her and she smiled wanly. He
continued once he realized he was mistaken she would cry.

�In the midst of their problems Beth came to me and said she�d
been offered a great job in New York. She worked for a magazine
doing fashion layouts. I had a good job in an architectural
company in Denver so we had a problem. I didn�t want to move to
New York and she wanted to go. After a difficult few weeks she
finally said she was going and we split up,� he said feeling sad
as he recalled the moment he last saw Beth.

�That�s so sad,� Annie said quietly. �Auntie Beth is lovely.�

�It was sad. I was heartbroken and felt she couldn�t have really
loved me otherwise she would have stayed with me and that hurt.
But your mom pointed out that Beth may well have thought the same
of me because I wouldn�t go with her, so I guess we were equally
at fault,� he said. �If we had of loved each other we would have
worked it out.�

�But what happened with mom and dad?� she asked, curious as to
why his breakup had anything to do with her parents.

�Well�I was at a low�you�re mom was troubled by her
life�and�um�we were drawn to each other by our unhappiness
and�so�we started an affair. I guess in retrospect it doesn�t
matter why�it just happened� he said and looked at her to see how
she reacted.

�My dad was your best friend,� she said evenly after pondering
his confession.

�I know and all the way through that was the huge monkey in the
room when your mom and I were together,� he explained. �Yet she
was able to justify herself because she said the marriage was
foundering anyway. I certainly felt a little better about it but
the basic fact was we were both betraying him.�

They were silent for a minute or two as Annie sat staring into
the mug of chocolate digesting his words.

�Dad found out?� she asked eventually.

�Not at first�in fact not until some time after�actually it was
after your mom had taken you and moved west,� he said quietly.

She did a double take and stared at him.

�He never knew what had been going on before mom left!� she
exclaimed. �What did she give him as her reason to leave if it
wasn�t you and her?�

�She told him exactly what was happening between them before she
and I were involved,� he said. �But I probably preempted it,� he
added.

�How?� she asked.

�Because I fell in love with your mom. I told her so many times
but she dismissed it saying I was on the rebound from Beth; and
that she was vulnerable because of how things were with your
dad,� he explained. �She also said I was on the rebound from
Beth. So as I became more insistent that I loved her and wanted
her to leave your dad, she started to shut me out to. Finally she
couldn�t bear being hassled by me professing undying love, and
the unhappiness she felt in her marriage with your dad. I think
she came to hate herself for our affair and decided to end the
whole bad situation. The situation must have seemed hopeless to
her, and in truth I probably drove her to take you and leave
Denver,� he said with a weary sigh.

They sat in silence and Annie fiddled with the mug of hot
chocolate she had barely drunk.

�I�m sorry,� he said quietly. �I don�t think I should be telling
you this.�

�You�re not likely to be able to come to dinner with me and dad
then,� she said derisively. �I was thinking how neat that would
be�you knowing him and knowing he was here in Avon,� she added
wryly.

�No�I expect I would be the last person he would want to see,�
Andy said. �After your mom was gone�one night when he was feeling
sorry for himself, he got drunk and started calling your mother
all the bad things under the sun for leaving him. Blaming her for
being selfish and demanding, and so on,� he said. �I snapped and
defended your mom. It all came out�I told him exactly what had
happened and�well gave him the real story.�

�What happened?� she said staring at him.

�Well he threatened me and I invited him to take his best
shot�and he did. He kicked my ass. Mind you, I was so full of
guilt and still lovesick for your mom I did little to fight back.
Sort of felt a good beating would somehow even up for what I did
to him,� he explained.

�I�m glad,� she said with a snort and then looked at him
embarrassed she said it.

�Don�t feel bad for being honest,� he said looking at her
reddening face. �I deserved it. I was a selfish shit and in a
way, took advantage of your mother�s unhappiness to try and
offset my own unhappiness at Beth leaving. It wasn�t planned�it
just happened,� he explained weakly.

�That�s what they all say I expect,� she said and stood and
placed her cup on the small table. �Um I need to go,� she said
and turned quickly towards the coat rack at the door.

He stood and followed her, stopping at a distance and watching
her put her jacket on. She didn�t look at him.

�Thanks for the hot chocolate,� she said glancing at him briefly
as she zipped her jacket up.

He saw she was insincere with her thanks and knew she hated him
for what he had done. He�d split her parents up and so doing
condemned her to a life without the security of a mom and dad
together.

�I�m sorry Annie�truly sorry. If I could turn back the clock�� he
said lamely but she had her hand on the door ready to flee.

She went out of the door into the common vestibule with the condo
opposite and hurried to the entrance from the outside corridor.

�Annie,� he called quickly. �Your ski gear�it�s in my locker.
You�ll need to get it,� he reminded her.

She paused at the outside door and turned.

�Tomorrow�I�ll be at the locker room at ten o�clock,� she said
curtly and then vanished out the door.

Andy turned and slowly went back into the condo. He gathered up
her cup and tipped the cooled drink down the sink. He grabbed a
beer from the fridge and sat on the couch and watched the snow
outside; the mountain hidden by the bad weather now settling over
the town. He had food in the fridge. No need to go out tonight.
He sat feeling bad he�d told the girl the truth. He�d ruined her
holiday; perhaps ruined her relationship with her mother as she
knew now that Alison had cheated on her father and then left him.
He had no right to tell her; Alison or Ben should have been the
one to tell her. He felt sorry for himself. He remembered Alison
and the passion he thought they had. Their secret foolish affair
had him more in love with her than he thought he had been with
Beth. He thought of Beth and it was clear she and Alison kept in
touch as Annie was familiar with her and called her Auntie Beth.
He wondered what the two women would make of him today. Wealthy,
successful but divorced. He had never found anyone like Beth or
Alison and his ex-wife Gloria had been the-right-thing-to-do
bride. They�d dated, seemed perfect in everyone�s eyes and so
married for all the wrong reasons. Within three years they hardly
spoke to each other and then she said she�d met someone else. He
was only too happy to get out of the marriage and he�d been
single these past four years. Just a series of casual
relationships to keep him satisfied sexually. There were those
who saw him as a good catch but he fended them off and moved on.
As he lay in bed that night he wondered if Annie would try to
discuss what happened in her parent�s marriage with her father.
Would his old buddy Ben Carstairs come pounding on Andy�s door to
kick his ass a second time?

***

He woke with a feeling of anxiety the next morning. He lay in bed
puzzled as to why and then the events of the previous day
filtered back into his mind. He was astonished he had slept so
well given he had lain awake for hours worrying over what he had
told Annie Carstairs the afternoon before. Certain he should have
played dumb and said nothing. He got up and had a pee and walked
into the living room. The weather was dull and overcast and he
noticed the trees waving in the wind. The top of the mountain was
hidden behind low cloud and he knew he wouldn�t be on the
mountain today. He showered and dressed and cooked breakfast. At
nine-thirty he pondered whether to go up to the village and see
if Annie had gone there to get her ski gear. He decided it was a
strong probability that she just wanted to cut any ties to him,
given she clearly hated him for what he had done with her mother.
He dressed warm with a scarf and beanie and headed out, fighting
the wind as he walked to the gondola. It was still running
despite the windy conditions and he rode to the landing and
caught the bus and arrived at the storage lockers just after ten.
She wasn�t there so he sat and waited in the warm inside and
Annie arrived about ten twenty.

�I didn�t know if you would come,� he said as she approached.

She looked fetching in a white beanie with gold embroidery and
matching scarf visible at the throat of a plain white ski jacket.
She wore a pair of dark patterned leggings that clung to her legs
showing off how shapely they were.

�I wasn�t sure,� she said. �I feel bad about yesterday.�

�I do to Annie�I really do�I shouldn�t have said anything,� he
said stopping to hold her gaze.

�I�m glad you did, and you can�t change it,� she said quietly.
�You were just part of it.�

�No, I think I was most of why your mom left,� he said trying to
take the blame. �If I wasn�t the problem for your mom that I
became, she may have stayed in Denver so you could see your dad
as you grew up,� he said.

She pondered his words and nodded slowly seeing his point. There
was an awkward silence.

�I shouldn�t have run off the way I did yesterday though. I was
rude�it wasn�t right,� she said, breaking the silence. �You were
just trying to be friendly.�

�Look�don�t you dare apologize for leaving that way. It was a lot
to take in�it�s about stuff that�s had a real bearing on your
life,� he said gently taking her shoulders. �All matters beyond
your control but they had a profound effect.�

She nodded but clearly felt uncomfortable about the previous day.

�You didn�t say anything to your dad did you?� he asked holding
her gaze.

She shook her head.

�Look�there�s no need to get your gear. We can�t ski today
anyway,� he said looking out at the wind blowing snow around the
ski store building.

�I came because I thought you�d want me to get my skis out of
your locker,� she said.

�No way�you can leave them there. Look, let�s go back down the
hill. Come back to my place and let�s see if we can make some
sense of the jigsaw of the past. Maybe you might get a better
feel of how your mom was feeling when she left your dad,� he said
taking her arms gently. �Being as she insisted it wasn�t because
of me.�

She nodded and he led her back to the bus stop. Both standing
huddled together until the shuttle arrived and they went down to
the landing to catch the gondola.

�Will you say anything to your dad?� he ventured as they sat in
the swaying gondola.

She shook her head.

�I don�t think I can,� she said. �But I�d have liked it if he had
told me�or mom had told me,� she added.

�Maybe they will one day,� he said. �But they�ve been apart so
long maybe the past is best left alone for them.�

She nodded unconvincingly and they sat in silence until they
reached the bottom. They scampered across to his hotel and rode
the elevator up to his floor. Rushing along the exposed outside
corridor to the vestibule and he let them in and along to his
door and inside. They stripped their jackets and beanies and
scarves and she went and stood staring out the window. She wore a
white turtle neck sweater that was tight and he had to look away
as her breasts were firm and inviting in the sweater. He caught a
glimpse of her crotch in the leggings and had blushed noting the
clear swelling vee of her crotch which had previously been
covered by her jacket.

�Do you still want that hot chocolate,� he grinned at her. �You
never finished the one yesterday�both of them,� he added.

�Just make it with hot water,� she said with a smile, turning to
answer him. �No need for milk.�

He paused and his eyes roved over her body. He couldn�t help it
as she was so darn attractive. She was fully clothed but he had
gotten a more than adequate impression of her figure. He soon
joined her on the couch; he was having a coffee and she the hot
chocolate. They picked up the thread of the previous day�s
revelations and she quizzed him about his relationship with her
mother. He tried to make it seem real for her by attempting to
describe their passion which he still yearned for; as if to
legitimize how he and Alison felt about each other. She was no
fool and got it he was implying they had a strong sexual
relationship, which was true. He recalled Alison was very sexual
and amoral when they were together.

�She hasn�t changed much,� Annie blurted out and then reddened.

He grinned at her candor and her sense of embarrassment with her
comment.

�How so?� he asked, ignoring her embarrassment.

�When I was growing up, I had a number of uncles,� she said using
her fingers as punctuation marks for the word uncles.

�Oh dear,� he chuckled and felt a pang of jealousy hearing this
about Alison.

�As long as I can recall, she�s had a boyfriend. One or two we�ve
lived with, some came to stop over,� she said sipping her
chocolate. �I got a rapid education,� she added with a wry smile.

His face was strained as he computed her comment.

�Education�what sort of education? None of the
uncles�boyfriends�they didn�t�� he said nervously tapering off.

�Oh�no�nothing like that,� she said with a giggle. �But when
you�re little, adults don�t think you notice�the fumbles on the
couch when you walk in�the noises at night. Like they think we
don�t know what it means. But I mean, like, we grow up�we get to
understand,� she said almost laughing as she spoke.

�You�re mom wasn�t discrete, I know�� he said and he stared at
her.

She sat staring back trying to get his meaning and then a broad
smile came over her face.

�You and mom�when I was around?� she said grinning at him.

�Close,� he said. �You were in the place�my apartment. Playing in
the lounge while we�� and he tapered off with a slight rise of
his eyebrows.

�No way,� she giggled.

�Way,� he laughed. �God I shouldn�t be telling you this,� he said
as if it struck him it was inappropriate and they fell silent as
they stared at each other.

Now that the conversation had become somewhat risqu� he somehow
saw her as an adult and he found himself looking at her without
embarrassment. She did have a firm bust and the illusion created
by the tight leggings was as if her legs may well have been bare.
The plump union of her upper thighs and groin was still
perceptible even though she sat with her legs together on the
couch. He wasn�t sure at what point she had tuned into his
interest but after he�d leaned to the coffee table to place his
empty cup on it, when he sat back and glanced at her, she�d
opened her knees a little and he froze as he could see the clear
impression of her sex in the tight leggings. He stared at it then
quickly glanced at her fearing she had seen his look and he
blushed seeing she that was watching him. She smiled at him and
he swallowed hard and sat back on the couch.

�What did you have planned for today?� she asked.

�Nothing�not much to do if you can�t ski,� he said still feeling
a little sheepish for ogling her.

The stared at each other for a few moments and he had to look
away. It was as if she was challenging him and she stared him
down.

�I�ll make us lunch,� he said standing quickly and gathered up
their cups.

�Oh�don�t bother,� she said quickly but he�d stepped past her and
was heading for the kitchen area.

He looked at her from behind the bench and saw she was a little
disappointed he�d moved away. He set about getting bread and cold
cuts ready and softening butter in the microwave. Their
conversation now restricted to his questioning her on how she
liked her sandwiches.

�I can do it,� she said and rose to join him. �Just lay the
fixings out and we can build our own.�

He nodded in agreement and she came into the kitchen beside him.
He froze as she came up hard against him and it wasn�t an
accidental bump. He paused with the sandwich items and stood with
his eyes swiveled sideways at her. He turned his head and she
stared directly at him.

�God she�s beautiful� he thought and he trembled at the
closeness.

He turned a little and his thigh came against her crotch. Annie
held the bench and pulled against him so obviously he glanced
down at her face. She was coming onto him. It was so blatant.
This kid was fourteen at best; built like a woman but just a kid
that could be his daughter. He�d changed this girl�s diaper
countless times when she was baby and he and Beth and Ben and
Alison had spent afternoons and evenings together; with Annie
often playing on the floor. The couples so close it didn�t matter
who got to change her diaper. He felt the heat from her body and
swallowed. He should pull away. She held his gaze; her light blue
eyes twinkling in expectation. He didn�t move but stood frozen to
the spot with a slice of rye bread in one hand and a knife with
butter on it in the other. It seemed like an age that they stood
this way and she must have become impatient at his inaction so
she run her closest hand over his jeans at the front, finding the
lump of his growing cock and grasping it; Annie staring at him as
if hypnotizing him. He recalled why he had waited for her on the
chairlift the day before. He had seen her in the lift queue and
had checked her out and had a carnal daydream about what a great
little fuck she would make. He lost it and put the bread and
knife down and grabbed her shoulders and held her, staring down
at her.

�God you look so much like your mother,� he whispered.

It was a lie but he did not know what else to say. If she looked
like either of her parents it was more like Ben. But as a line it
suited.

�You always liked my mother�you said you loved her,� she said
quietly, still holding his gaze. �It must be like she�s here,�
she added almost dreamily and squeezed his cock.

�I loved your mother,� he gasped and he hugged her to him and
pushed his now hard cock against her hand.

He took her face in his hands and brushed the hair from her ears
and kissed her gently. The kiss becoming more passionate and she
groped and ground his cock in her hand. He dropped a hand between
her legs and groped her just as fervently as she groped him;
feeling the heat from the plump lump that was her pubis and
vulva. He walked her backwards out of the kitchen and along the
short corridor to the bedroom and back onto the bed that was
still unmade after the night�s sleep. She scooted back with her
legs splayed; sitting up and frantically removing the tight
sweater and undergarment, throwing them off the bed. She reached
behind her and unclasped the bra. He paused from tearing his own
clothes off; mesmerized by her haste to get naked and wondering
what was driving her.  He gathered his thoughts and reached
forward and pulled the bra from her. He knelt with one knee on
the bed and fondled her magnificent small firm breasts and hard
little nipples.

�Perfect,� he gasped under his breath and he bent and suckled
each breast in turn; lovingly cupping them with his hands.

He kissed her breasts for a few moments and then stood up, and
already naked to the waist he shucked his jeans and shorts. His
cock sprang out hard and she gasped and quickly leaned forward
and took it in hand; bending to stroke it in both hands. Andy
quickly got a sense Annie was no novice. Her handling his cock
was too practiced for a virginal novice holding a cock for the
first time, and he studied her with a sense of wondering how she
came by her experience. After a few moments of her stroking him
he reached for the stretch waist of her leggings and she paused
jacking him and propped a hand behind her so she could lever her
hips off the bed as he pulled the woolen leggings from her legs.
Once again he was taken by the sense of experience she was
displaying as she held her butt off the bed as he slid the
leggings over her hips. As he drew the bunching garment from her
legs he caught the site of a pair of black panties, cut high at
the hips which accentuated her pubis and crotch. By now he was
turned on and after wrenching the leggings beyond her feet, he
reached for the panties. Once again Annie lifted her hips with
dexterity and he gasped as he saw her sex come into view as the
panties skidded down her thighs. She was shaved. She had clearly
passed puberty and she should have a thatch of pubic hair but she
was smooth.

�Oh my God,� he whispered, and pulled the panties roughly from
her ankles.

He knelt on the floor before her and pushed at her thighs and she
moved her knees apart, her legs dangling over the side of the
bed, and he brought his face to her sex. He paused; studying the
perfection of her body. He had seen her naked and bald there
before, but she�d been a baby. He caught the scent from her
crotch and deliberately ignored who she was and slowly pushed his
face in. Annie moaned audibly as his tongue slowly slid up her
teen sex. He started to eat her out and she pulled her heels onto
the edge of the bed and spread her knees wide as he suckled and
nipped at her clitoris and labia. Annie took his head and pulled
him into her crotch; lifting her hips gently in rhythm to his
mouth and tongue on her sex. Her actions were clearly those of
experience and he heard her gasping and a rising note to her
breathing and he knew she was enjoying the sex with an air of
familiarity. Andy slid a hand up her body and started to massage
and fondle her breasts, feeling the hardness of the nipples. He
brought his other hand to her crotch and slowly insinuated his
fingers into her and he was amazed how damp she was. Clearly the
teen had a strong sense of arousal and by now she was working her
hips so as to get maximum enjoyment from his fingers and mouth.
They quickly found a rhythm just as if they were an experienced
couple and Andy slowly brought the young teenager to a strong
orgasm. Annie gasped and moaned as she went rigid and lifted her
hips off the bed pushing urgently at his mouth as he ground her
nipples in his fingers, and pushed three fingers as deep as he
could into her vagina. She panted and gasped and then let out a
low moan and her hips fell back to the bed.

She lay panting as he licked and suckled, and sensing she had
little more to give, he rose up and stood between her opened
legs. He took his cock in hand and wiped it the length of her
slit. He slowly pushed it down towards the slightly dilated
opening of her vagina and felt the head ease past as he slowly
entered her. Annie lay with her chest rising and falling from her
breathing; watching him through half closed eyes. He slowly eased
into her and started a gentle in-out fucking motion; conscious of
her age, and her physical size relative to him as an adult. He
was big for her and she grunted and twisted a little as she felt
a twinge of discomfort as he stretched her. Eventually she sighed
and lifted her tired arms and brought her hands to his shoulders.
She lay back and watched him through half-closed-eyes as he
fucked her. Andy was very aroused and used her warm, wet, tight
tunnel to gratify himself. The fuck did not last long and he
began fucking more earnestly as he neared his climax. Annie
clinging to him and as he cum loudly, she hugged him to her and
trapped him with her knees pressed tight against his side. A
broad smile came over the teen�s face as she felt the last rigid
jolts he gave as he spewed the last drops inside of her. She
smoothed her hands over his back as if praising him for his
efforts and Andy slumped over her, wasted from the delirious
release.

�Just like mom,� she whispered, but he did not hear her.

She hugged him and lay back with him still deep inside her; a
look of satisfaction on her young face.

***

�I�m sorry,� he said wearily as he lifted his upper body off her
and slid to the side of her on the bed.

�Sorry for what?� she asked and pulled her feet up onto the bed
and twisted around so she lay length-wise on it.

�For what happened,� he said and he stared at her; clearly
feeling bad about what had happened.

�Don�t be,� she said quietly. �I wanted it.�

His eyes widened at her answer and then he seemed to relax a
little realizing what had happened had happened and he stared at
her; somewhat surprised how calm she was.

�Can I take it that I wasn�t the first,� he said cautiously.

She smiled wanly at him and shook her head. He studied her face
and the sense of her youth came to him.

�When�when was your first?� he asked.

She took one of his hands and squeezed it.

�Does it matter?� she asked quietly.

�Just curious,� he answered.

�Last year�over a year ago,� she said watching him as she lay
back on the pillow.

�A boy�teenager�or�man?� he asked watching her closely.

�A teenager�the first time�and a few times after,� she said with
a small sad smile. �Not much older than me.�

He nodded feeling better her youthful sexual experiences had been
with a boy of similar age. She continued to study his face.

�He wasn�t the only one though,� she added quietly.

He raised his eyebrows at her words although somehow he wasn�t
surprised.

�Who�how many?� he asked feeling foolish he was actually excited
to hear her sexual history.

�A couple of boys�both brief boyfriends�and a man,� she said
deliberately; waiting for his reaction.

She got it when his mouth opened slightly at the word �man�. He
stared at her now feeling jealous he wasn�t the first adult lover
she had had.

�Not one of your uncles?� he said using his fingers as
punctuation marks to the word uncles.

�No�none of them,� she said with a chuckle. �They all behaved
themselves�my mother saw to that,� she added.

He was eager to know who the adult was but he felt he shouldn�t
pry further. She saw his expression and she was surprised when he
did not question her further.

�Aren�t you curious who it was?� she asked with a teasing smile.

�I am�but on the other hand, I don�t want to know,� he said with
a light chuckle of exasperation.

�Well no one my mom knew,� she confirmed. �Just someone I met for
myself�that�s all you need to know,� she said with a degree of
finality the story had been told.

He nodded his understanding and then thought a moment.

�Was he as old as me?� he asked.

�No,� she laughed lightly. �Early twenties�not so unusual for a
silly teenage girl getting a crush on a college guy,� she added
and her smile faded.

Andy sensed she was reliving some pain at the mention of the
adult she�d had sex with.

�You�re fifteen?� he asked knowing she was younger; trying to let
her think he saw her as older.

�No�not until July,� she said, knowing he should know her age. �I
was barely fourteen when�when I�you know�with the older man,� she
added with a flush of embarrassment.

He sensed she regretted what had happened with the man and it was
hard to talk about. He nodded his understanding and then his face
changed and he slapped a hand to his forehead.

�I didn�t use a condom,� he said realizing the sex just finished
was unprotected.

�You got me good,� she giggled and lifted her butt and felt under
between her legs. �There�s a big wet patch.�

He stared at her and felt stricken he�d filled her young womb.
The act not long finished would see him thrown into jail if it
got out, let alone the havoc getting her pregnant would cause.

�Don�t worry,� she said with a knowing smile. �I won�t get
pregnant.�

�Why not?� he asked feeling somewhat relieved.

�I�m on birth control�have been since I was thirteen,� she said
candidly.

He stared at her wondering why she would be on birth control so
young.

�I have a liberal mother,� she said with a wry smile. �She
reasoned all she could do was try to give me the information and
hope I�d use it wisely,� she said with a chuckle. �Good old mom�a
great liberal thinker, but a lousy role model.�

He narrowed his eyes quizzically at her, sensing an element of
sarcasm in her words. She saw his look and turned on her side to
face him; gently reaching for his flaccid cock lying against his
upper thigh.

�Mom told me all the things I shouldn�t do and then went about
demonstrating what could be done by her own amorous behavior.
Like I said, she wasn�t necessarily discrete,� Annie said.

She slowly fondled his cock as she spoke. He began to harden with
her touch. He squirmed a little and she grinned impishly and
stroked a bit harder, feeling the cock hardening in her hand. He
stared at her, trying to keep his composure.

�My mom is a free spirit,� Annie continued. �And it wasn�t just
uncles she brought home,� she added with an impish grin.

He screwed his face up quizzically and she giggled.

�Oh yes�there have been a couple of aunties to�leaving furtively
in the mornings at first. And then quite obvious and unabashed,�
she added with a grin.

�She�s dabbling in lesbianism?� he asked, realizing it�s what the
teen meant.

�Oh know�not a lesbian,� she laughed out loud. �No she was quick
to point out she wasn�t into lesbian politics or shit like that,�
she added with a chuckle. �It�s not to say one or two of my
�aunties� weren�t actually lesbians though. One in particular saw
mom as the lipstick lesbo�mom was the femme to her daddy dyke as
she put it,� she said laughingly but with some derision in her
voice.

�You don�t like daddy type lesbians?� he said with a smile.

�No. lesbians are fine as girl to girl but not women who want to
be men,� she said and pulled a face. �Happily mom saw through
that cow early on and I never saw her again. But a couple of them
who were lesbians were nice�pretty�like mom. One had even been
married; with kids older than me,� she added.

�And now?� he asked wondering where Allison was at in her sexual
odyssey.

�Ah�well�now I have an uncle and an aunt who are married to each
other,� she said with a grin. �Mom has the best of both worlds,�
she added.

�Threesome?� he asked raising his eyebrows.

�Yep�it�s kind of OK to as they are a nice couple�about her age
as well,� Annie said candidly.

He stared at her.

�I wonder what turned her,� Andy said absent mindedly, enjoying
Annie�s hand on his hard cock as he pondered Allison�s sexual
emancipation.

�She apparently started in threesomes and got to like the
girl-girl stuff, so she confided in me one night when she�d had a
bit much wine and we had a girl to girl chat,� she grinned. �One
of those rare times she talked to me as a girlfriend not a
daughter,� she explained.

�Actually I�m not quite correct chronologically,� she corrected
herself with a chuckle. �No�I think it was maybe a group
scene�maybe an orgy� a m�nage perhaps, whatever,� she giggled as
she sought the word she was looking for to describe her mother�s
sexual adventures. �However many and whatever the gender
combinations were, she did get the girl-girl thing from there.�

�And what about Beth?� he asked suddenly remembering his old
love.

�God no�no Auntie Beth is trying to be mom�s conscience,� Annie
chuckled. �No she�s always telling mom off for being so
promiscuous.�

Andy felt better that at least Beth was seemingly normal. Hearing
about Allison�s liberal sexual behavior had made him feel
jealous. He was now rock hard again and Annie decided she�d
talked enough about her mother and with an impish grin, she rose
up on her knees and bent over him and took him in her mouth.
Holding the cock tenderly and reaching under and she fondled his
ball sac as she slurped and jacked the cock. He ran a hand down
her back and side to her closest flank. Reaching under her arm to
pinch the nipple on her closest breast and she yelped and
chuckled and continued sucking his cock. He watched her and
reached for her hair and pulled it behind her ear so it stopped
hanging in front of her face and he could see the cock protruding
from her lips; noting the double chin she made as she opened her
mouth to take the fat adult cock. She occasionally glanced
sideways to read his expression and then carried on sucking. He
got close and he chuckled and eased up.

�Kneel�face down the bed,� he said with a sense of urgency.

She assumed the doggie position and once again he noted the
degree of expertise she showed at positioning herself with her
knees apart and her back straight, horizontal. He knelt behind
her and slowly shoved his cock in, Annie reaching under and
making sure his thick cock did not invert her labia into her
tight tunnel which had caused the pangs of discomfort earlier.
Once she felt comfortable, she braced her upper body with both
hands as she knelt and he began to fuck her. A sense of wonder
flowing through him as it registered he was now buried balls deep
inside the girl he used to change diapers on. The girl whose
mother he had fucked just like this on numerous occasions. The
mother with whom together they had destroyed his friendship with
this girl�s father. Andy fucked her urgently. She wasn�t fifteen,
yet looking at her narrow waist and her broader hips and
shoulders and with her head bowed, she was any woman. She could
just as easily be Allison or Beth. He reached under her and
fondled her breasts and steadily fucked her. As he indulged
himself in her tightness, a sort of reverie came over him. He
blotted out her age and how wrong this was. She was tight, hot,
and here with him. He was so absorbed in the enjoyment of the
fuck that he did not hear her rising moans and it was only when
she suddenly let out a sob and her arm buckled so the elbow
rested on the bed, that he realised she was once again on the
verge of orgasm. He�d missed her hand pushed back to her clitoris
and she had been masturbating herself as he doggie fucked her
steadily.

Annie began trembling and moaning loudly and her head dropped to
the bed as she began gasping and shuddering as a second orgasm
ripped through her. He marveled at her skill in getting herself
off when he himself had been almost detached from the effect the
fuck was having on her. Her climax spurred him on, and he grabbed
her hips; and as her orgasm slowly ebbed away, he fucked her
roughly pulling her back hard as he slammed into her. It was
somewhere in this urgent increase in speed and effort that he
looked up and recognized their reflection in the mirror on the
dresser against the wall opposite the end of the bed. Annie�s
blond head bowed to the bed and him fucking her small young body.
A sense of intense carnal lust ran through him and he started
cumming. His hips slapping her butt as he fucked himself deep
inside her once more. Eventually slowing as he drained himself in
her, not realizing he was driving her to her stomach with his
efforts. He collapsed over her and the strange sense of loss and
sadness coursed through him. He felt his eyes watering as he
recalled what she had said about Allison�s liberal lifestyle. He
felt intense sadness and he wanted to see Allison again. He
wanted to see Beth again. He was also sad and deeply envious this
sweet girl had clearly been like an adult lover to her college
aged man. The three females closest to him right now could never
be his. Even despite the fact he was buried deep in Annie�s tight
tunnel. The tears streamed down his cheeks and he stifled the
urge to sob.

***

They fucked twice more before she left him late in the afternoon.
She reminded him that while her father was tied up at work all
day, she needed to be there when he got home so she could give
the impression she�d been in all afternoon. They ate a late
lunch; the two sitting snuggled on his couch as they munched
their sandwiches. Both of them were hungry following the
energetic sex that had been had. He wore a robe and she had
pulled on a tee shirt which came down below her knees that he had
given her. They had become amorous on the couch and he let her
suck him and then turned her on her knees on the floor, leaning
over the couch as he rimmed her from behind. Pushing his fingers
deep inside as his tongue roved around her labia and he even
pushed a finger gently at her anus. As he slid his pinky in the
tight pucker she gasped in objection and reached back and pushed
his hand away. She had earlier confessed the sex with the college
guy had been frequent and intense for about four months and he
got the picture the guy had used her carnally to expand his own
sexual adventures. The envy lingered as he fucked her hard while
she twiddled frantically at her clitoris. As if to punish her for
her indiscretion with the college guy he lent one knee on the
couch and a foot on the floor and slammed her hard as he ploughed
her vigorously. She came and collapsed in a heap, drained of
energy, so he lifted her hips by putting his arm under her waist,
and fucked hard until he came and collapsed over her.

They lay on the couch and slept until near three thirty. He
rolled back into the nook at the end of the couch and roused her
and pulled her so she had little choice but to go down on him.
She became more interested as the sleepy feeling faded from her
body and he rolled her on her back and went down on her. Giving
her another strong orgasm, although by now he was certain it was
something she could achieve readily with minimal input by anyone
else.. Annie held his head tightly and mashed herself against
him; controlling the pressure and rhythm to her satisfaction. As
she lay gasping and panting, he lifted her legs up by the ankles
and shuffled forward and nudged her sex with his erection. She
reached down and guided him into her and he fucked her roughly,
cumming hard as she squirmed under his onslaught.

As they dressed at the end of the afternoon she shyly mentioned
that he was the bigger of the two adult cocks she had taken.
Certainly bigger than the teen boyfriends she had had sex with.
Her admission alleviated his jealousy at her having been with
another guy before. He was struck by her sexual candor and
perhaps her mother was the bad influence Annie had suggested she
was.

�I don�t want you to go,� he said as he held her at the door.

�I have to,� she said and they kissed.

�Can you come tomorrow?� he asked expectantly.

�If it�s fine I�m going skiing with Dad�he promised to take the
day off,� she said and he felt a pang of sadness that he could
not be with them.

�I want to go up with Dad,� she said seeing the disappointment on
his face. �It�s why I came here�to be with him for my vacation.�

�I leave Thursday,� he said pointing out tomorrow Wednesday was
his last full day here.

She stared at him and simply said �sorry�. He saw she was
determined that the next day was for her and her father. There
was no way he could be part of their day.

�What if Ben can�t join you?� he asked hopefully.

�He will�whatever the weather is like,� she said holding his
gaze. �He�s promised to spend time with me whatever the weather
does,� she explained.

�What about your ski gear�in my locker,� he said. �He�ll be with
you.�

She pondered his suggestion and looked troubled. He went to the
kitchen bench and returned with the locker key.

�You get your gear out and leave the key in the lock. I�ll make
myself invisible until after you�ve gone,� he said.

She nodded and pocketed the key.

�What should I tell him�about whose gear it is in with mine,� she
asked.

�Just say it�s belongs to someone you met on the mountain who
invited you to share the locker,� he said thinking as he spoke.
�Actually it�s the truth�just don�t say it was me,� he advised.

She took the key and nodded. The embraced and kissed once more
and then she slowly slipped out the door. Despite her need to get
home she felt the sadness of parting as well. After she had gone,
he sat on the couch and looked at the remnants of their lunch. He
looked at the couch and recalled the urgent fucking they had
right here where he sat. He picked up the plates from their lunch
and wearily went to the kitchen area. He cleaned up the bench and
packed the dishwasher, returning to the couch to gaze out the
window at the bleak dull scene outside. The sense of loss
returned and this time as the tears welled up in his eyes he
allowed himself to weep and then sob as he cried for Allison and
the sense of loss of a life they could have had together. They
were all gone now; his friends Alison, Ben and Beth. On Thursday
he would leave and Annie would vanish from his life as well. It
took some time for him to recover from the feeling of
impossibility he felt. Later that evening as he began to feel
better and the day�s events with Annie became almost vivid in
recall and he masturbated while lying on the couch; oblivious to
the TV going in the corner. He masturbated several times through
the night as he strained to gain a sense of the odor from their
coupling on the bed the day before.

The next morning the weather was fine and clear. When he got to
the ski locker near eleven, the key was in the lock and her gear
was gone. He skied the mountain until three o�clock but never saw
Annie and her father despite keeping a keen eye out for them. As
he entered the condo complex at the end of the afternoon�s
skiing, the guy at the desk recognized him and beckoned him over.


�A message for you sir,� the man said. �A young lady dropped it
off earlier.�

He took the small envelope and waited until he was in the
elevator before opening it. Inside was a plain sheet of note
paper. She had written on it boldly in pencil in neat even
handwriting.

�Our address in Oakland, CA� and below it had she printed the
suburb, street address and zip code. There were a series of
�XOXOXOX� and a calligraphic �A� as a signature and she had drawn
a smiley face.

In the apartment, he rushed to boot his laptop and connect to the
internet. Soon he was tapping in the address to MapQuest, the map
of the address appearing on the browser. He sat and gazed at the
map with the address marked by the red star. He sat back in his
chair and smiled to himself.

�Allison,� he said softly and stroked the laptop screen as if it
were her face.

He pondered what this mean. Could he actually go there and meet
Allison after all these years? What did Annie mean by this? Was
she thinking he would come to see her and not Allison? He turned
and gazed out the window. Mother or daughter? What did it all
mean?

The End


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