Tahoe: Exiled from Dick Mountain pt 3 Getting better Acquainted

The week kicks off dirty. The girls aren’t fighting the company—they’re bending to it. I get to work, bending them too. Rope cuts across pale skin, blonde and brunette twisting under the same knots. I take the house room by room, turning every hallway and doorway into fresh ground to stake my claim. Outside, the snow waits. Out there the cold bites harder, but the bindings stay tight. Every drift and pine tree becomes another stage, another chance to leave marks that won’t melt when the sun comes back. Inside or out, I settle in, and they settle under my hands.