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I wished they could have skied down with us. But we had tons of luggage. And they needed to do a thorough inspection of the ski lift before using it to transport our luggage down to the hotel.
“Wait,” said Ash. “What’s that black diamond for on that sign?”
But it was too late for questions. Ghostie and Teddybear had already given us a shove to get us started down the mountain. I greatly appreciated that Ghostie shoved me by pushing on my ass. If I was lucky, I’d be able to have his hands all over me again soon.
“Chastity! What does the sign mean?!” Ash yelled again.
“Don’t worry about it!” I shouted over to her. The black diamond meant that this was a super challenging slope only for experts. But Ash said she’d been skiing before. I was sure she could handle it.
And I was right. She was skiing like an absolute pro. In fact, she was going the fastest out of any of us.
I pointed my skis to try to catch up to her, but she just kept going faster and faster.
I finally caught her just as the first trees started to come into view.
“You’re doing amazing!” I yelled over the wind in our faces.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed back.
I’m loving her enthusiasm!“You’re a natural!”
“No I’m not! I can’t slow down!”
“Just lean and turn your skis!” I yelled. And then I added, “Very slightly.”
But I wasn’t sure she heard that last part. Because she leaned super hard to the right and turned her skis at least 45 degrees.
One second she’d been in the middle of the slope, and the next second she was headed directly towards the woods at like 90 miles per hour.
Shit!
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I turned to follow Ash into the woods. But I did it much more delicately than she had. Slavanka was right behind me.
“Ash?!” I yelled into the forest as I wove between trees. At this speed, with this much snow, and with the sun setting, I could hardly see a thing.
But I could still hear her screaming bloody murder.
Ash?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bright white blur barreling straight towards me, so I turned my skis a little.
Ash flew past me, less than an inch away from clipping my skis.
“Watch out!” I yelled. The next obstacle in her path was a particularly thick tree that would really not be good to crash into.
I let out a sigh when she swerved to avoid it and two more trees.
She turned back to look at me. “What?!”
No! Don’t look at me!“TREE!” We were skiing through a freaking forest!
“WHAT?!” she yelled louder.
I lifted my ski pole and pointed in front of her.
