Sighing, she did her best to focus on the assignment, chill creeping over her bare flesh like spidery fingers as she stared out the front door at the ...rifts, the other cabins ruining the view of the mountain. Isolation. She longed for it. When Robert had suggested this trip, she’d pictured a quaint little cottage nestled in the woods, hidden away from prying eyes. Not some cookie cutter ski lodge full of vanilla couples. She felt her lips turn south in a stubborn pout as she concentrated on. Near the end of her time there, I arrived. It was my uncle too. I’m in my early 40s and divorced and just wanted to visit. I didn’t know she was going to be there, but that certainly didn’t break my heart because she was so cute and lively.The second day I was there I was taking a shower when the door opened and this little naked girl slipped in with me. Expressing my surprise, she said she wanted to learn about male anatomy and this seemed like a good opportunity. I sure as hell wasn’t going. In this part there are elements of corporal punishment, lesbianism and blackmail/non consent/reluctance. My apologies of course go to good old Charlie Dickens for my take on his classic story. Enjoy! PROLOGUE It had been five long years since Jack Marley had died in a car accident on that fateful Christmas Day and there hadn’t been a day she hadn’t wished her mentor was still around. They both had a similar outlook on life and she missed someone who was on her wavelength. He would have been. I had wanted to come along but she told me this was a "gurls only affair." What the hell, I was ready to go back to my apartment after a beautiful three days of fucking and sucking. John the bartender and I were chatting when I felt a pair of hands on my back. I spun on the stool and there stood a whole different Marty than I had just spent three days with.This Marti was donned in a grey wig, streaked with pink. She wore a pair of spiked heel black shoes, black tights that showed a nice bulge,.