" Her breathing was getting heavy and her cheeks were starting to get the same shade as her hair. I followed her into her bedroom, the anticipation of...what was about to happen making me want to explode.Take off those jeans. I don't want dirt on my satin sheets." I watched as she pulled that sexy pink sweater over her head revealing her small round orbs encased in a lacy pink bra. Her nipples were poking into the material signaling her arousal. She slid her jeans off revealing those long firm. .. I mean, sure!" Who shall I write this for?" I asked, pen poised over the page."Oh, um, Melissa. Melissa Drummond."I have a number of stock dedications I use for such situations and I wrote one of them to Melissa without even thinking about it."Oh, thank you, Mr. Hooper!" she gushed, when I handed her the signed copy. The other girls had gone off with the scrap of paper I had given them, leaving Melissa with me."You're quite welcome, Melissa," I smiled, then took a flyer, "You're not really. I just set there trying to get my thoughts together and I was trying to talk but nothing was coming out. Mom asks if it would be okay if she tried to help me and again I nodded. Mom said Bobby I will get this started and I will speak very open and honest to you and you may call it dirty talk but I want you to talk to me the same way so that we understand completely what we are talking about. Again I nodded not knowing what she might say next. She started by saying you are getting older, you. The lift attendant, an older man, nodded but didn’t say anything. I checked my goggles and then pulled down my hat over my ears. The sun hadn’t reached this part of the slopes and there was a cold wind blowing in my face. I pushed off with my poles and began to make long turns through the powder snow. I knew I had about a mile before I reached the point where I had to turn and use a track to get back to the lift again. On three sides were tall mountains and the slope I was on was shaded by.