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the cabin; leaving her to bathe, and to shame the timeless mountains with her beauty. When she returns to the cabin, still wearing only a smile, I have already returned everything to it's proper place and added a log to the now crackling fire. Warmth, to aid the return of circulation to a still very chilled lady whose smooth skin is now covered in tiny goose-bumps, and whose nipples are as hard as gemstones ( .. and even more beautiful! ..) "Your turn!" .. she says with a shiver in her voice - the voice of an Angel, but in a tone I have come to respect! "And don't forget to wash behind your ears!" Her tone has softened slightly, with the hint of a smile beginning to show. (.. "A warming fire can do wonders for a freezing woman's disposition" ..) "And don