We were smart enough to hail a taxi in order to get everyone home safely. It would have been nice if the Inn would have been ski-in, ski-out; however, I probably would have ended up with a broken leg instead. The "cabbie" had been a native to Vermont, and I was cognizant enough to ask him for a few more restaurant recommendations. He kindly obliged, and we would have a few places to visit, or at least one more night of drunken candor, as we were heading over to Stowe.

Samantha and I found our usual place by the fire, and the logs made our noses that more red; as they already were from the massive amounts of libations that we had ingested. After discussing if Samantha would travel to me with Stowe, she began kissing me with a flair that reminisced of a more mature relationship. She rolled up on her knees, grabbed my hand and began to escort me to the bedroom. At this time, I knew it was finally going to happen. We had only known each other for a few days, but time was not a factor it seemed. Our relationship had grown exponentially from day one.

She laid me down on my back and began to kiss me from head to toe. I could feel her hands of silk as she ran them over me in addition to her tongue, cheeks, nose, etc. I could even feel a certain “fire of desire” in her eyes. It would be a long nite together, and neither of us would sleep.