looked shiny； almost ghostly。 He continued to stroke
her breast； rubbing the ball of his thumb gently over the nipple。
She made a soft sound — from his words or in reaction to his gentle pressure on
her breast； he couldn't tell。 He raised his hand slightly and undid the top
button of her shirt。 Wendy shifted her legs slightly。 All at once her jeans
seemed too tight； slightly irritating in a pleasant sort of way。
〃It would mean leaving you alone because you can't snowshoe worth beans。 It
would be maybe three days of not knowing。 Would you want that？〃 His hand dropped
to the second button； slipped it； and the beginning of her cleavage was exposed。
〃No；〃 she said in a voice that was slightly thick。 She glanced over at Danny。
He had stopped twisting and turning。 His thumb had crept back into his mouth。 So
that was all right。 But Jack was leaving something out of the picture。 It was
too bleak。 There was something else 。。。 what？
〃If we stay put；〃 Jack said； unbuttoning the third and fourth buttons with
that same deliberate slowness； 〃a ranger from the park or a game warden is going
to poke in here just to find out how we're doing。 At that point we simply tell
him we want down。 He'll see to it。〃 He slipped her naked breasts into the wide V
of the open shirt； bent； and molded his lips around the stem of a nipple。 It was
hard and erect。 He slipped his tongue slowly back and forth across it in a way
he knew she liked。 Wendy moaned a little and arched her back。
（？Something I've forgotten？）
〃Honey？〃 she asked。 On their own her hands sought the back of his head so that
when he answered his voice was muffled against her flesh。