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The following week Lo could think of nothing and nobody else but her personal trainer, Darin. She miraculously overcame being mortified by not having the motor skills to prevent an accidental female paroxysm accompanied by extreme vaginal ejaculation. She was back in the gym, back to working with Darin, and back to her old tricks. Based upon the information I had provided — that Darin was planning a ski weekend — Lo basically ingratiated herself with him and managed to score an invite to the mountains for the weekend.
“He’s going with four friends,” she told me, enthusiastically. “They’re renting a house on the slopes.”
“Well, congratulations for you,” I said flatly. I was not too thrilled about the arrangement. I was not to be included. I didn’t know any of these people, except Darin a little bit — or as much as one can get to know another man while talking in a public shower together.
“Oh, Daddio,” she said in a sorrowful voice. “Why don’t you come too?”
“Because I didn’t get an invite.”
“Well, I mean, just rent a place and you can watch from a distance.”
It didn’t sound too appealing to me. Creepy old man spies on his young hotwife while skiing. But, it was the closest I could get to being there. I took her up on it…