Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 3, Part 1

By The Technician

BDSM FFF/F / D/s / Mild / Exhibitionism / Consensual Slavery / F/F / Snow / Cold / Humiliation

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make more sense if you have read “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing, Day1 & Day 2 .”

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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“Come on sleepy heads,” yelled Sara. “You told me to wake you up at 8:30 so we could hit the slopes as soon as the lifts were going. Breakfast is on the table.”

The Three J’s came into the kitchen wearing their nightclothes. Julie was wearing cotton pajamas, and Joan had on a long flannel nightshirt. Judy, however, was wearing a black, almost see through nightie with nothing underneath it. Her nipples puckered slightly as she walked through the cool air next to the patio doors that led to the deck. Her pubic area was completely bare, but Joan, Julie and Sara already knew that from several sessions together in the hot tub. Sara even knew that Judy must have had her bush lasered away because there was no stubble detectable to her tongue, and even the best wax job remains truly that smooth for only a day or two.

“Who were you expecting last night?” asked Julie.

Joan, who was sharing the bedroom with Judy answered, “She says she forgot to pack something to sleep in. That is her ’emergency nightie’ that just happened to be in one of the side pockets of her suitcase.”

“Who were you hoping to run into up here?” asked Julie.

“The rescue guy was kind of cute,” answered Judy. “You never know…, and a girl should be prepared.”

“You don’t have his number, or his name,” said Joan. “So I don’t think you have much of a chance with him.”

“Oh, I’ve got his number,” answered Judy with a huge smile as she pointed to a big magnet stuck to the front of the refrigerator. It was a red square with a white cross in the middle of it and the words ‘Snow Rescue’ above and below the cross in big white letters. Across the bottom of the square in slightly smaller letters were three phone numbers which were labeled, Office, Lift Area, and Emergency.”

“What are you going to do?” snorted Julie, “Call and say you have an emergency case of the hornies and need those two hunks on snowmobiles to come to your rescue.”

“I’ve heard worse pickup lines,” said Joan.

Julie responded, “Now that I think of it, those two guys last night looked pretty good. I wouldn’t mind calling Snow Rescue for them to come help me with my hornies. Sara is nice, but I really need a man, and I was hoping there might be some action up here.”

Sara, meanwhile, finished serving breakfast and joined them at the table.

When the conversation lulled into an extended period of quiet, Julie looked over at Judy’s stiff nipples and commented, “I didn’t realize so much cold air drifted over here from the patio doors. Maybe we should close the blinds.”

“You three are making me feel naked,” responded Judy.

“You are naked,” snorted Julie.

“I forgot jammies or a nightshirt. OK? And my underwear is not really comfortable to sleep in. I’m the least dressed one here…. I know. Let’s change the subject.”

“If it would make you more comfortable, I could take off my nightshirt,” offered Sara. “Then you wouldn’t be the least dressed one.”

Judy didn’t say anything, but Sara stood, reached up, pulled her long T-shirt up over her head, and then sat back down naked. “There, now you aren’t the least dressed one here.”

Joan laughed softly, shook her head and said, “Let’s just finish breakfast, shall we. We did come up here to ski, after all, and we have a chance to ski all day on the slopes by ourselves today. Once they get the highway back open, this place will be packed.”

The girls followed Joan’s advice, completed breakfast and got dressed for skiing. As they were getting their coats and parkas out of the closet, Sara stopped, walked over to the end table by the couch and picked up something. It was her “J J J” collar.

“You won’t need that on the slopes,” said Joan.

“It isn’t just a symbol for sex or servitude for me,” said Sara in a soft voice that seemed to be full of emotion. “The Three J’s are my masters and my protectors. This makes me feel close and protected. You guys have a lot more experience than I do. I am pretty much a Snow Bunny, and we will be going down the main hills. I’m relying on you to protect me.”

“Don’t worry, Sara Bunny,” answered Joan. “I will protect you from any big bad wolves we meet on the way. And don’t worry. The slope behind us is actually an intermediate slope, so you should be OK. The black diamond slope for the really serious skiers is on the other side of the mountain.”

Sara pressed her lips together in thought and said, “I’ll still wear my collar. It won’t show under my ski mask anyway.”

A few minutes later the four girls were putting on their skis in the back yard and preparing to head down the slope.

Joan gave some final instructions. “Now remember, all you have to do to get to the chair lifts is stay on this path until it merges into the main slopes. There isn’t really anywhere else you can go, so that will be easy.”

“When we want to come back to the cabin, we need to turn off the main slope about one-third of the way down. That is the easy turn, and there is a big blue sign that says ‘Parallel Slope.’ It’s so big because it used say something like ‘Reserved for Snowboarders and other Non- skiers’ but now they let the boarders go anywhere.”

“The hard part is the path that leads to this cabin. The sign is smaller, brown, and just has an image of a cabin and an arrow. I’ll remind you of all this again when we come back to the cabin for lunch.”

The next two hours were heavenly skiing. The powder was fresh and there was absolutely no crud on the slopes. When they rode the chairs to the top they could see no one else on the slope beneath them. In fact, they could clearly see the trail of their skis from the previous run

Joan took that as an opportunity to instruct Sara on her skiing. “You see where the lines are clear as you turn? You are carving exactly right there. But over there where everything is all mixed up you were skidding or slipping pretty badly and you shouldn’t have been at such low speed on such good snow. It’s all in how you bend your legs and where you put your body weight. I’ll show you before we start down for out next run.”

A little before noon, the girls decided it was time to go back to the cabin for lunch. “I want to try something,” said Sara. “I may never get a chance to try this again, but the slopes are empty except for us. They don’t even have attendants at the ski lifts.”

The Three J’s looked at her waiting to hear what it was that she wanted. She smiled broadly at all three of them and said, “I want to ski back to the cabin naked.”

“Go girl,” yelled Judy.

“You are absolutely crazy,” added Julie.

Joan, looking like she was thinking seriously about something, advised, “Keep the ski mask on. There might be security or safety cameras on the slopes or someone might come by with a cell phone. You don’t want to be a viral video on YouTube… or worse.”

Sara nodded and Joan continued, “Judy, you have a back pack, so you can carry her clothes. Julie, you lead. Sara and I will bring up the back. Remember it’s a big blue sign to the parallel slope, and a little brown sign to the cabin. Got it?”

Everyone nodded and they walked over to beneath the deck of the closed lodge for Sara to strip off and get ready.

“Are you really sure you want to do this?” asked Joan.

In reply, Sara slipped off her ski pants and long underwear and handed them to Judy to put in her back pack. After she was naked except for her mask, she put her boots back on and yelled excitedly, “Let’s go!” A few moments later, the four of them started off down the slope.

The combination of warm noontime sun and cold air was exhilarating for all four girls, but especially for Sara who could feel both the sun and the cold wind on her bare skin. Her nipples were tightening and extending and she could feel an especial chill between her legs as the moisture which was forming on the lips of her sex evaporated in the cold, dry air that swept past them.

Julie began carving to the right and Judy followed her. Sara could see the big “Parallel Slope” sign and kept her skis in the tracks the other two girls had made. The turn for the second sign, however, wasn’t so smooth. Julie didn’t see the cabin trail sign far enough in advance and had to turn sharply to make the turn. Judy, who was following Julie, was caught even more off guard and began skidding badly as her skis broke loose in the tight turn.

Sara didn’t have a chance. Once her skis broke loose, she didn’t have the experience to recover and didn’t know enough to ‘drop to stop,’ so she ended up straightening back out, and then, totally out of control, she went french frying straight down the slope, rapidly gaining speed. Joan, running behind her, retained control, but chose to follow Sara down the slope, calling out to her to cut and zig to slow herself down.

Sara regained control, and several very long minutes later, they were at the bottom of the slope just above the entrance to the chair lift.

“What now?” asked Sara.

“No choice,” Answered Joan. “We have to go back up on the chair lift and then ski back down to the cabin.”

Sara looked like she was about to cry.

“Good thing you kept the ski mask on.” said Joan. “There are security cameras on the chair lift. Probably nobody watching them today, but you never know… they might be recording. Or, we might run into somebody up at the lodge. In any case, as soon as we get off the lift, head back down the slope.”

Sara just nodded her head. Then she said softly, “I’m scared.”

“You’ll be alright,” assured Joan. “Your face is covered and there’s noone here to see you.”

“No, that’s not it,” cried Sara, “I don’t care if people see me naked, but if we get in trouble, you could get kicked out of school or not be able to get into the fancy schools you need for your masters and doctorate.”

“Let me worry about that,” answered Joan. “Let’s just get my naked little friend-slave back to the cabin.”

Joan helped Sara onto the lift and sat beside her. As soon as their feet left the ground she felt the cold of the seat coming through her ski pants and wished that she had taken off her jacket and let Sara use it to sit on.

Sara started to shiver.

“Are you alright?” asked Joan.

“My fire is going out,” answered Sara, “I’m getting cold.”

“If they’re recording the security and safety cams, this is going to make one hell of a video,” muttered Joan, and she took off her gloves and reached over to Sara. With one hand she stroked Sara’s breasts as her other hand slid between Sara’s legs. Sara moaned softy and seemed to relax, but her flesh felt like ice beneath Joan’s hands.

Finally they got to the top and Joan pulled Sara from the chair. Sara seemed slightly dazed as they moved over toward the slope. Joan had seen something like this before. Sara was in the very early stages of hypothermia. The cold metal of the chair had sucked too much warmth out of Sara’s body and her body temperature was getting critically low.

They started down the slope with Sara only slightly ahead of Joan. “Big sign!” yelled Joan. Sara responded by weakly nodding her head, and they turned onto the parallel slope.

Joan was worried. Sara was now wobbling slightly on her skis. Joan couldn’t risk leaving her side, but at the same time couldn’t risk not being ahead of her so Sara could follow her at the turn. Sara would never see the sign. She had to get ahead of her. But what if Sara didn’t turn behind her?

Joan was just starting to move slightly ahead when she saw them. Two orange snowmobiles parked sideways on the parallel slope. Their yellow strobe lights were flashing and two people in red snowmobile suits were standing in front them waving their arms pointing onto the trail to the cabins.

Sara nodded her head weakly and turned with Joan onto the side trail. As they approached the cabin, Joan could hear the whine of the snowmobile engines behind them.

“Get her into the hot tub,” yelled Joan as they reached the deck. The two snow rescue people grabbed Sara and easily lifted her out of her skis, out of her boots, and up the steps. One of them pulled her ski mask off and the two of them began to lower her into the tub.

Joan dropped into the tub to support her. Somehow she had shed her clothing as she climbed the steps and crossed the deck. Joan unwrapped the collar from Sara’s neck and flipped it up onto one of the deck chairs.

“How are you feeling,” asked one of the men.

“OK… ” responded Sara slowly with a slurred voice. Then the warmth of the water hit her and she seemed to perk up. She looked up at the Snow Rescue people and added, “…more than OK, fine – mighty fine,”

The young man blushed slightly to hear his own words from last night echoed back at him. Sara looked up at him again and continued, “Thank you for your help.” Then turning to Joan she said, “I think I found the limit of my fire.”

“What?” asked the young man.

Sara, now apparently almost totally back to herself, smiled at him and said, “Judy would like your name and number so she can call you when it isn’t an emergency.”

She looked over at the other man dressed in red and added, “Julie would probably like your name and number also if you’re available for the next few days.”

He answered, “We are scheduled until 5:00 this afternoon when the lifts shut down, but we’re all your’s after that. My name is Kevin.”

“And mine is Ron,” added the other.

Sara looked up at Judy and said “Judy, meet Ron.”

And then she looked over to Julie, “Julie, meet Kevin.”

Looking at Judy and Julie, she added, “I’ll use one of the downstairs bedrooms tonight so you two can screw you heads off if things work out.” Then she gave all of them a very lopsided grin.

“She is still showing some effects of hypothermia,” said Ron. “I’m in pre-med and an EMT. I’ve seen this before when someone is out on the slopes too long in really cold weather She will be OK in an hour or so, especially if she stays in the hot tub for a while, but right now it’s like she is as drunk as if she had just finished off a bottle of wine.”

“Amazing what a bottle of wine can start,” sighed Judy.

“I will also sleep downstairs tonight,” said Joan, and then as Julie began to turn bright red, she added, “to keep watch over Sara… and in case you need some privacy.”

She paused and went on in a quieter voice, “Right now, Sara and I need some privacy while she warms up in here. I don’t want to leave her alone for now, and we seem to be the only two naked people here, so it’s a bit uncomfortable with all of you standing around up there.”

“Not for me,” chirped Sara. I could be naked in front of anyone, anytime. Remember?”

“That’s the hypothermia talking, ” said Ron.

“Don’t bet on it,” laughed Julie, as she grabbed onto Kevin’s arm and said to him, “Before you go back to work, I do want your phone number.” With that, she pulled him into the cabin. Judy and Ron followed and left Sara and Joan alone in the hot tub.

As they left, Joan called after them, “I want that number also. I have a special favor to ask of you two for later.”

After they had gone inside and closed the patio doors, Sara stood up and looked into Joan’s eyes. “I’m fine,” she said. “And this isn’t the hypothermia or the wine or anything else talking. If you hadn’t relit my fire on the chair lift, I wouldn’t have made it. Let me return the favor and maybe get both of us totally warmed back up. We could even do a ‘Hottie,'”

“What’s a Hottie,” asked Joan.

“A quickie in a hot tub,” answered Sara as her mouth closed over Joan’s.

Joan heard a light rumbling noise and looked up to see the blinds being drawn across the patio doors that opened onto the deck. She pushed down with her arms so that she raised out of the hot tub and sat on the deck. As she did so, Sara’s mouth trailed down her body. She lay back and let Sara light the fire between her legs. Sara stroked her thighs and ran her hands down the inside and outsides of her legs as she licked and nibbled on her labia and sucked lightly on her throbbing clit.

Both were back in the hot tub about fifteen minutes later when Ron, Judy, Kevin and Julie came back out onto the deck.

“We have to get back on duty,” said Ron, but we will definitely see you tonight.”

“Oh, you will!” answered Joan. Judy and Julie looked over at her as she added, “Trust me, you will DEFINITELY see us tonight.”

A few moments later the two snowmobiles whined out of the yard and Julie said, “Are you two going to stay in the hot tub all day or are we going to eat lunch and get back out on the slopes. They are shutting down the lifts early so we only have a couple more hours.”

“I’ve already eaten,” answered Sara with a giggle, “but I probably should get some food, too. She and Joan dissolved in laughter as Judy and Julie turned to go back into the cabin.

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An hour later they were back on the slopes. Sara’s skill improved dramatically with each run, and by late afternoon, she was even doing “mogul jumps” over small hills on the slope. Around 4:30 Joan announced, “This is our last downhill run for today. With the lodge closed, they are shutting everything down at five o’clock.”

The Three J’s and an S raced each other down the slope. When they got to the bottom, Joan said, “When we get back to the top, let’s meet over by the lodge deck. There’s something I have to show you.”

Julie and Judy looked at her with questions apparent on their faces. Sara, who rarely questioned anything The Three J’s were doing, just walked over to the lift and waited for Joan to join her for the ride up.

When they got to the top, the three of them followed Joan over to the deck. “What do you want to show us,” asked Julie.

“Wait ’til the lifts shut off,” she responded.

A few moments later, the whir and clank of the chair lift slowly ground to a halt.

“So what is it?” asked Judy.

“This,” answered Joan, as she pulled her suitcase out from under the deck. “I had Ron and Kevin bring it up here. They will take it back down to the cabin for us when the get off duty… which is now.”

“What’s that for?” asked Judy and Julie together.

“Your clothes,” answered Joan. “Or more accurately, our clothes. We failed Sara this morning when she was depending on us, and this is our way of making it up to her. If you enjoy it, consider it a chance to participate in her pleasure. If you don’t like it, consider it a punishment for letting her down, but you are going down that slope like she did this morning – wearing nothing but your boots and ski mask.”

“Oh well,” answered Julie with a shrug. “It’s like Sara said, we may never get this chance again. Who knows, I might like it.”

“You’ll NEVER like it as much as Sara,” added Judy. “But it’s hard to pass up the opportunity to do something this crazy.”

Soon all four girls were packing their ski pants, parkas, and underwear into the suitcase.

Julie looked down the slope and said, “We’d better be sure we don’t miss the turn this time. With no chair lift, we would have to herring bone our way back up to the turn, and that would be a LOT of work.”

“Don’t worry about it,” answered Joan. “I’ve taken care of that.”

Sara yelped, “Let’s go!” and all four started down the slope.

The sun was low in the sky so there was no warmth on their bodies as they sped downhill. Their nipples puckered in the cold air. But Sara was not the only one who felt the extra coolness of moisture evaporating off the lips of her sex.

They carved left together onto the parallel slope and soon Julie and Judy were straining to catch sight of the small brown sign which marked the turn onto the secondary trail. Joan signaled Sara to slow down slightly and let the others get ahead of them. She wondered why until she saw the flashing yellow strobe lights up ahead. Ron was standing in the middle of the slope waving them into the trail. Kevin was standing along side him holding a digital video camera.

“Whoooaaahh!” screamed Sara and she raised her arms high holding her ski poles almost over her head as she and Joan passed the camera. As they zoomed down the trail, they could hear the snowmobiles revving up behind them. Soon the flashing strobes passed them and headed toward the cabin. When they arrived, the snowmobiles were parked in the yard and Kevin was standing on the top of the steps to the deck with the video camera.

“Put your skis in the racks,” yelled Joan, and Judy and Julie scurried to get their skis put away so they could hurry up the steps onto the deck. Joan put her skis on the rack and walked calmly up the stairs. Sara racked her skis, took off her boots and threw them up onto the deck. Then she walked barefoot and bare assed out in the snow to retrieve a couple of bottles of wine from the case on the picnic table.

She held them up for the camera and danced around Rocky style with them above her head for a few moments. Then she pressed one to each of her breasts and walked with an exaggerated swinging of her hips over to the deck and up the steps. As soon as she had passed Kevin, Ron yelled, “Cut.” and Kevin lowered his camera.

Julie and Judy had run into their bedrooms and returned wearing their short robes. Evidently, they left the boots and ski masks in the bedrooms. Joan put her boots and ski mask on one of the tables on the deck and lowered herself into the hot tub. Sara picked up Joan’s boots and mask and carried them into the house. When she returned, she was wearing nothing but her collar and was carrying a tray with five full wine glasses on it.

“Why don’t you all relax out here on the deck, and I will fix us something for supper,” she said as she set down the tray. She then picked up one of the glasses and went back into the kitchen.

“I think we are a little over dressed,” said Ron as he began to unzip his red snowmobile suit. Beneath the suit he was wearing a light gray track suit. Kevin had a similar track suit in light blue.

After he and Kevin had removed their suits, Sara reappeared beside them and held out her arms. “I’ll put those in the living room closet,” she said. “The boots will be on a rug just inside the patio doors. Dinner will be ready in a little while. In the meantime, if you need more wine, let me know.”

Ron and Kevin sat down in the deck chairs and picked up one of the glasses of wine. Judy sat next to Ron and Julie sat next to Kevin.

“What are you going to do with your video,” asked Julie.

“My camera, my video!” yelled Joan from the hot tub. “I will make sure that no faces or identifiers are on it and then it is getting posted through a techno-geek I know who has accounts everywhere. Nobody will know who it is except Ron, Kevin, The Three J’s and Sara. Within hours, we will be the unknown ski streakers on hundreds of websites. Who knows, it might truly go viral and we will be anonymously famous.”

“You can’t be both,” said Judy as she drained her glass.

Ron said, “We’d better save some of that wine for after dinner.”

She pointed out at the box barely visible in the snow, laughed and answered, “There’s another case under that one. If we need more wine, we will just send Sara back out to get some.”

“Is she your servant? I thought she was your friend.” asked Kevin.

“It’s kind of complicated,” answered Joan. “Sara is definitely our friend, but sometimes she is our friend-friend, and sometimes she is our servant-friend and sometimes she is our slave-friend and lately sometimes she is our slut-slave-friend.”

“And I think for Joan,” added Julie, “she is also lately becoming a love-slave-friend.”

“Like I said,” responded Joan, “It’s kind of complicated.”

“Are you two lovers?” asked Kevin, pointing to Julie and Judy. The disappointment was obvious in his voice and on his face.

“They are omnivores who lean heavily toward men,” answered Joan.

“Very heavily,” added Julie. Then looking directly in Kevin’s deep brown eyes, “Especially hunks who are planning to become doctors.”

“I, on the other hand,” explained Joan, “am an alpha omnivore who leans a little bit toward my own gender.” She paused and continued, “Lately a LOT toward my own gender.”

“Dinner’s ready!” came the call from inside.

Rod and Judy, Kevin and Julie got up to go inside. Sara came out onto the deck carrying a towel and Joan’s robe. She was still naked except for her collar. A few moments later Joan and Sara joined the others in the kitchen.

“If it makes any of you uncomfortable, I will put on a robe, but as you may have figured out by now, being naked in public turns me on almost as much as being a good servant for The Three J’s.”

“Fine by me,” answered Ron.

“I’m good with it,” added Kevin.

“I’ll get naked for you later,” whispered Julie to Kevin. But since everyone else had stopped talking at that point, her whisper could be heard by everyone.

“Ditto,” said Judy to Ron.

Both Ron and Kevin looked slightly flustered. Sara spoke up, “The Three J’s are very powerful women who say what they want and want exactly what they say they want. You two look like you can handle it or they wouldn’t have invited you. Besides, they only need one submissive servant, and that’s me.”

Pointing to her collar she explained, “Three J’s and an S. I’m the S. That’s Sara, Servant, Slave, Slut, Sister, or whatever they and I want it to be. Sometimes its even ‘Spokeswoman’ because I have absolutely no shame and can say anything to anybody – whether I am dressed, naked, or somewhere in between.”

“I think the somewhere in between is what the rest of us are looking for,” said Joan. “Ron and Kevin, I will get you guys some robes.”

“From where?” asked Julie?

“In case you hadn’t noticed, there are three drawers in the wall between the closets in each bedroom. There are six people who own this cabin and time share it. The drawers are to store stuff while you are not here.”

“Although each of the drawers is supposed to belong to one of the owners, The stuff in the upstairs drawers is basically available to anyone. There are sheets, towels, robes, pajamas and nightshirts was well as some shampoo and stuff like that. The agreement is that if you use someone else’s stuff, you clean it and put it back or you replace it if it is something that gets used up.”

“NOW you tell me about the pajamas,” said Judy, over acting as though she were deeply hurt.

A few moments later Joan returned carrying two tartan-patterned flannel robes and handed them to Ron and Kevin. “After supper, you can change in the bathroom or one of the bedrooms, and then join us out on the deck. I put a few items from the ‘Cougar Cache’ in the pockets in case you need them tonight.”

“What’s the Cougar Cache” asked Ron.

“Mom’s two younger sisters have a sixth of the cabin. They never married. They’re both college professors out east. They do NOT come here to ski. Their main interest is the skiing instructors and college students. They always say, ‘The law doesn’t say we can’t fuck students. It just says we can’t fuck OUR students.”

“Mandy and Sandy?” asked Kevin.

“You’ve met them?”

“No, but I was warned about them. I was told they were pretty foxy for older women, but that they could probably wear out a jack hammer in a week.”

“I don’t know about that,” answered Joan, “but they always come prepared with several boxes of condoms in various types and flavors, and what they don’t use, they throw into their drawer. There must be about a case and a half of condoms accumulated in there. Mom always complained that they should keep them locked up in the basement like the Jurgensen’s do their toys, but they never did.”

“The Jurgensen’s toys?” asked Judy.

“A whole different story – different owners,” answered Joan. “When we were little, Mandy and Sandy got into the drawers in the downstairs bedrooms and when mom came downstairs there were whips and chains and cuffs and dildoes and about everything else you could imagine scattered all across the floor. Mom called Mr Jurgensen to yell at him, but he said he didn’t care if the girls – or anyone else – played with their toys. It was all dishwasher safe anyway and could be cleaned up after use.”

“Next time we came out here, there was a lock on the drawer, but after that, the first day we were here, Mom always ran the dishwasher empty a few times with bleach in it. I think Mandy and Sandy still borrow the toys once in a while to use on their boy toys or on each other. The key to the lock hangs under the deck.”

“Food first. Fun and games later,” interrupted Sara. “Have a seat at the table, I’m going out to get another bottle of wine.”

As Sara walked out into the snow, The Three J’s, Ron and Kevin seated themselves around the kitchen table.

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END OF DAY THREE, Part 1
Part 2, The Evenings Activities, will follow soon.

The saga of “The Three J’s and an S” WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more days,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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