The miracle couldn't last; early November snow rarely does, even in the northwoods country of Spearfish Lake. There would be snow enough in the next f...w months that even the most joyous lover of winter would be thoroughly sick of it before the landscape turned to green, but the first blanket of white covering the fields and forest floors was a thing of beauty, a special wonder to behold.Mike McMahon hadn't been expecting snow; the weatherman on the TV station in Camden had said something about. Lots of college k**s celebrating the beginning of the weekend, a few regulars huddled in their private corners, and a smattering of working stiffs of all ages hiding from their responsibilities. I found an empty stool at the bar and had a seat. I didn't recognize the bartender, but looking at her name tag she was Cindy, a 30-something blond who was there to charm the patrons as much as she was to serve drinks. I ordered a chilled shot of tequila and exhaled audibly, glad to have my day over. I was a little disappointed, and kept getting hard thinking about him staring at me, then stroking my cock like he did.I watched a film on tv, although I couldn’t concentrate properly, washed the dishes, then told him I was off to bed. He looked at me, smiled and said ‘Ok, I’ll see you later’I went to the bathroom, all sorts of naughty things going through my mind. What did he mean by later? Tonight? In the morning? Stop being silly, I said to myself, just go to bed and try to sleep!I brushed. There was lots of fun and teasing between all four of us but nothing too sexual, even though I think we all would have liked that. I used to tease Brian and Vicky used to tease Phil Unfortunately Vicky died last year and Brian was left alone. We tried to keep him happy but be became withdrawn. While I was sunbathing naked in the back garden one day I caught a glimpse of Brian watching me from an upstairs window, I smiled and waved but he disappeared. I told Phil and he said that if I saw him.