Ski Weekend, part 1
I showed up at the ski resort a day before my buddies, eager to get a good day of hard skiing in… little did I know that wasn’t the only thing that would be hard. Plans started to evolve as soon as I was checking in to the hotel. A woman was trying to check in with the clerk next to me, and I couldn’t help overhearing. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t find any reservation under that name.” “Well, do you have any rooms available? We’ve been looking forward to this weekend for ages. Besides, where else are we going to go? Its late.” The clerk just shook his head, and I turned to look. The woman was perhaps in her mid-thirties, but had a better body than most teenagers; clearly she kept herself …