A ski town that I won't name since this is a mostly true story. We lived there all year but I met a guy who was only there for seasonal work during t...e ski season. He had family there so he came home for the ski season and then moved elsewhere for summer work. That's what drew me to him at first. My husband and I used to do the same thing before he got sick. Following the tourist season moving like gypsies. It was easy to do as we both had educations in touristy things. He was in. Just as we believe we are getting close, they hastily leave us for the former when we run across them while out for drinks.There is no humiliation with you. There is no pressure to perform or rejection for not. You only have my satisfaction in mind, whether it takes twenty seconds or twenty minutes. You bring me to the highest highs without having to experience the lowest of lows.You are my salvation when I can no longer handle another blind date. You don't care whether I've shaved or showered.. All her power resides with the ability to put me under, to control my mind. Otherwise, she is powerless."You cannot stop me, Miss Vixen," I tell her."Oh?"That single syllable rivets my attention on her. My breath catches. She's beautiful. The vids don't do her justice. Midnight-black hair done in gentle waves over her shoulders and down her back. Shapely body wrapped in a tight red blouse, the buttons seemingly about to pop off over her bosom. Hip-hugging skirt. Silky black stockings that wrap. .." She waved her hand over the recognition pad and the door to Training Pod #65 slid open silently. She stepped up the short steps, and Connor followed behind.Connor couldn't help but notice Miss Keelin's hips, the way they swayed to and fro under her silky robe – it barely covered her nicely rounded ass and showed her long toned legs walking so perfectly. In her early thirties, Miss Keelin like most Instructors at the Colony was a prime specimen to behold. Peak of her sexuality and fitness,.