87 - Jessy

Hazz shrugged, without denying or confirming anything. He stood up and gave me his hand to do the same. When I was very young and had never frequented snowy places, I always thought it should be a lot of fun to make snow angels or just leave me there and watch time go by. But that was impossible. Not even the sudden notion of how close Hazz was to my body gave me any desire to have sex in that cold, let alone lie down and stay there.

But I noticed that there was a peculiar glow in his eyes, and I told the instructor that we would go down to some restaurant. The man seemed relieved, aware that he would no longer have to deal with us, and that perhaps a bunch of children without experience were better than Hazz.

Still laughing, my travel companion and I managed to get to the village of the station, reaching the restaurants after a good walk followed closely by the security guard and the driver. I was generous, I gave money so they could have fun too, and the men silently agreed that the