The thrill of racing down a mountain with only one other soul around is an
experience I’ll never forget. An incredible rush that would be hard to be
topped...unless it’s s*x with an immortal. Had that idea become an obsession?
Let’s just say I had never considered myself to be anything of a slut, and yet here
I was...unable to focus on anything other than being joined flesh to flesh with
this wonderful man. Yes, that meant ignoring the fact he was only two thousand
years older than me, and surely there was nothing new he would experience with
me that he hadn’t enjoyed many times over down through the millennia.
Looking back on this event—and keep in mind it was just yesterday afternoon
—I wish now that I had at least taken more time to enjoy the pristine beauty of
the snow-covere
