She did have trouble looking me in the eyes though and her speech was slow and deliberate but she was cute. She had a pretty nice body too. When I ask...ed her if I could see her body she smiled innocently and stood up for me. She turned around slowly, then she put her arms over her head and turned around again, and then finally she sat down too and opened her legs up wide for me. Cynthia said that I could touch her if I wanted to. Well I wanted to that’s for sure.So I reached out and hefted her. The sidewalks were still deep with snow, which made the walk to metro a bit tiring. Luckily we would be able to catch a few more winks on the bus.We arrived in time to get first tracks on the hill. The conditions were perfect too. There was so much snow and hardly any people.I did a couple runs with Sheri, before heading off on my own. We met later for lunch and then skied together a bit more until Sheri decided she had enough. She headed into the bar, while I took a few more runs before. Not too much. Normal measures. She smiled. – I appreciate that, thank you. That boor’s been trying to get me pissed all night, no doubt with the thought that he’d get inside my knickers. Her face screwed up in disgust: Stupid man. They clinked glasses companionably. Already he was beginning to find himself at ease with her. – So tell me about yourself…..they said it almost simultaneously, and burst out giggling. – SNAP! Right together. They were laughing now, and he noticed her serious-looking. ”“What?” she’d said, lifting her head and looking at me as if I’d offended her.“I’d resent you; feel jealous of you. When I go out, with the girls and we go to a bar, I used to feel like I stood a chance, that, if someone caught my eye, I’d be able to flutter my eyelashes and they’d come running. But now, now we go out and I feel invisible. We don’t do bars and wild drunken nights anymore; we do nice meals and conversations about work or house prices or kids and schools. And I resent it; I feel.