After a while the car stopped on a gravel road. They opened the door and pulled me with harsh violence. I was paralyzed but I obeyed. Breathe in the a...r deeply. It was cool and light. I was in the mountains. But where? Dash Point State Park? Viewpoint Park? ... anywhere ... I could not know.They pushed me suddenly through a door and made me go down several stairs. I heard a heavy metal door open and then close."Don't move," Mistress Gabriela whispered to me.She didn't even deign to tie my. Tracey had set the dining room table for ten, but Jesse glanced at the table and nudged me when he arrived. "Shouldn't there be eleven places, Robinson?"I looked at Jesse and smiled. "Now that is an excellent suggestion, my friend."Tracey looked up from the stove as Jesse and I walked into the kitchen. "What's wrong, John? Did you guys devour the Hors d'oeuvres already?" Nope, there's still lots of food out there. It's the table; you're one place short, Trace." What? I thought there were five. I hope that is acceptable?"Sounds fun, I thought, as I nodded my acceptance.I had not noticed that we had taken hold of each other's hands whilst chatting or that we had moved closer. Her scent filled my senses as our lips touched. A nervous tremble rippled through my body at that touch of our lips, followed by the most passionate kiss imaginable. Tongues searching, probing teasingly.I could not resist her."Are you the mystery owner," I enquired."No, my sweet," she answered, "this evening is a. ”“Perfect,” Jesse said, taking her gloved hand in his, and leaning toward her, touching shoulders. Her smile in return warmed him and confirmed that he had made the right decision.They spent the day together once more. When they weren’t skiing, they were talking about themselves, trying to make the connection between them stronger. Jesse had no doubt whatsoever that Kirsten was the woman for him for the long term. Kirsten had no such belief yet, but was completely comfortable with Jesse and her.