Wild Weekend Skiing Adventure Unfolds with Forbidden Passion and Secret Affair I have been skiing since I was introduced to the sport when I was in the army however, at that time it was part of my combat training but once let loose on the slopes I loved the sensation of using the elements to travel at more than thirty miles an hour without an engine and there is no silence to compare with being on a mountain top above the tree line with virgin snow spread before you and then just the swish, swish of the skis as you weave your way down. Skiing and sailing are my two favourite past times. Anyway, I digress .. .. .. I persuaded my partner Paula to agree to come skiing with me and suggested that her brother Mike and his girlfriend Lisa would like to come along to make up a foursome. I was quite happy to go off skiing on my own whilst they had lessons. Anyone who has been will know that you have some great times during lessons. I am very gregarious but I felt that Paula would like to have a familiar face or two learning with her. I would look them up when passing by to see how they were getting on and they seemed to be enjoying it immensely and Mike looked as if he was ready to come up one of the gentle green slopes so when their lessons ended and we had lunch I took him up the easiest of the runs, but when he got up there he soon gave up, saying that it seemed very steep to him so I suggested that he put his skis inside mine and hold on whilst I traversed down in a 'snowplough', that way I would take him gently down the mountain. What I hadn't realised was that, whilst fifteen to twenty miles and hour was gentle for me it was a horrendous speed for him so when I stopped half way down to see if he was enjoying it, he was a wreck and needed a fag saying that he had nearly crapped his pants with fear. So we continued on down at a much more sedate speed. OK that's the set up. …but everything was about to change
