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I was relaxed enough to look at Susan as a whole person. Perhaps
a day of skiing with her helped, or perhaps I was just getting used to
seeing her strange nose jewelry. She was pretty, short brown hair, round
face and pale skin. Her heavy ski sweater hid her figure, but halfway
through the meal, she said she was hot and took it off, revealing a slim
figure under a snug red turtleneck. Judging by the way the turtleneck
clung to her small breasts and exposed the shape of her large nipples,
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“Dinner?” I asked.

“In Idaho Springs?”

“Sure.”

“OK,” she said, and then hesitated. “Want a romantic apres-ski
date or just food?”

“Just food was all I had in mind,” I said, and then chuckled, “I’m
open to more, though. Got any place in mind?”

“How about something Chinese?”

“Sounds good.”

She reached over and briefly rested her hand on my knee, and a few
minutes later, we drove off the interstate and pulled up outside a
Chinese restaurant that looked like it had been built in a fairly modern
bank building, complete with drive-up teller’s window.

I went in feeling mellow after a long day on the slopes. Either
the food was good or I was too hungry to be very critical. I wasn’t
feeling very talkative, and that seemed to satisfy Susan, but as she ate,
she looked at me with an interesting look on her face, and she didn’t
seem to mind my looking at her.

My mind was blank as we drove down the deep valley towards the old
mining towns of Silver Plume and Georgetown. My eyes were on the tail
lights of the cars ahead, with an occasional glance at the dark pine-
covered slopes we passed. I was hungry, though, and the thought of
waiting another hour for dinner roused me as we drove down the steep
grade past Georgetown.

She
didn’t mind my pausing to enjoy the scenery and catch my breath once in a
while, and we ended up staying together through lunch and all afternoon.
I have to say, I enjoyed it despite the difficulty I had dealing with the
strange jewelry she wore on her face.

“That was a good day of skiing,” I said, helping her load our skis
on the car that evening.

“Yup,” she said. She didn’t say more, and I was too tired to try
to make my own smalltalk as we started the long drive down I-70 out of
the mountains. The sun was behind the high mountains to the west, and I
guessed it would be dark but still early evening by the time we got back
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“Don’t take it out on yourself,” she said, still smiling. “Most
people react the way you did, and I guess half the reason I did it was
because I like watching people react.”

“What’s the other half?”

“I think noserings are pretty. Do you?”

I hesitated for a moment before I answered. “They’re fascinating
and disturbing, I’ll say that. I can’t say if they’re pretty or not, at
least not yet.”

“Thanks for an honest answer,” she said, smiling. “Ski down with
me?”

I did, and it was fun. Susan is a good recreational skiier,
competent enough to handle just about any slope, but not a racer.

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