Once clean, we headed to the north side of the slopes to the double black diamond facades. It would be a long day of skiing, but I kept focused on the coming evening. Dinner and…whatever, as long as Samantha was also part of the equation. She had captured me, and my heart!

By afternoon, we had made quite a few runs. Samantha was tired and suggested a quick dip in the hot tub and then a nap. I was on vacation; and I was always fond of naps, so I readily agreed. We headed back to the chalet via ski lift. As we moseyed along at what seemed like a snail’s pace we talked about what we would be doing in a few years. I was pretty set on going to medical school if I could pass organic chemistry. Since Samantha’s father had worked in industry and had had a successful career, Samantha was unsure. All we really knew at this point is that thankfully we had a few years to figure it out; she less time than me.

It did not take us long to find bathing suits and libations for the hot tub. I had brought a bottle of Chateneauf du Pape and she delightfully accepted my offer to taste a bit of the “nectar of the Gods”. It has a smell of mint on the nose and one of the most distinct tastes in all the world. La Vieux Telegraphe had been my favorite wine to date. She additionally could appreciate the vino which made me likely to share the additional gems that I had packed especially for this occasion.

After a long stint in the tub at one hundred and four degrees, I offered the idea of a nap. Today we would find ourselves in the “boudoir”, again wrapped in each other’s arms. She felt like nothing I had ever felt, smelled or touched. As a college guy, I was good at “sizing” girls up, as I had been around a few at this point; and with some of them in less than even a Roman sheet. I surmised that Samantha was a 34-B and would hopefully be finding out by the end of the week. Lee was also tied closely to his new friend, and Jason and Todd had only acquaintances it seemed; however, they were indeed, “hot to trot: college girls.