I Am Home from the Ski Trip


Of course I could not really turn this trip down. Jack was paying for nearly all of it. He used his father’s company plane to take us to this little airfield there, it was a short trip to the lodge where we were staying. His family owned this place as well. It was not what I would call a lodge, there were around a dozen bedrooms in the place. When I went to the room I was assigned there was a beautiful girl in it, she was apparently from an escort service near Provo, UT. I would have been a lot happier if she had been there for me, but Jack was not that generous. Later on he told me that he had figured out a way for the company to pay for her, and that she was on the payroll for the entire week. I suppose it is a good thing to be a clever young man with an incredibly rich father, so long as you do not get caught.

At any rate I actually met a bunch of college girls while we were at the actual ski lodge. Not one of them could actually ski well enough for the beginner slopes, but I was more than willing to offer them free lessons. I am sure that they were aware of my motives, but I had actually worked as a ski instructor when I was a teenager. Back then I just taught kids how to start skiing, but I was good at it. In no time I had all of these girls skiing just fine for beginners. It worked almost as well as I hoped that it would, except that I had more and more clients which prevented me from closing the deal as quickly as I might have liked.