The first notion I had of Patrick’s arrival was the sound of a snowmobile.It was afternoon on the fourth day without power – stranded by six feet of snow in our cabin up on Washington’s Mt. Rainer. Not that I’d minded. We had plenty of wood for heat, a small generator for lights, and food
Snowed In Family Fun Pt. 01
I’d had the most unusual summer of my life. At 23, I came home to Seattle to attend grad school at the University of Washington. Once home, both of my 18-year-old twin sisters had propositioned me to be their first lover. After some hesitation, I obliged and ended up fucking each of them separately.Fall came
Snowed in Family Fun
The sound of bindings clicking into place brought me back instantly to my early twenties. Competing in cross country had been my passion — and I’d nearly gotten on the U.S. Olympic Team.Now, 42, and a mom of three, I was putting on my skis for a very different reason — to get help for