Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Snow Lodge

The mountain snow lodge was a log-and-stone marvel buried in a blizzard. My father Arthur had booked the entire place for a winter getaway, just us and the howling wind. The fireplace roared. The hot springs steamed under the frozen stars. We snowshoed through forests of white, then thawed in the thermal pools. And when the snow piled so high we couldnt leave, we didnt want to. There were better ways to stay warm.