High Country Christmas

Chapter Two- Pain of Memories. (Ali's POV)

"Shit," I thought to myself. "What have you done now you ....f*ck," I shook my head in disgust at myself.

I had made some piss poor decisions lately but that kiss would have to be right at the top of the list.

When I had seen her loading supplies, my feet had decided to help before my brain coped with how to ask. A six month Department of Conservation (DOC) posting to an out lying island off the New Zealand coast had just ended and coming to Tall Peaks was the last place I wanted to be.

There had been extended periods of isolation while I was on the island which didn't help my  less than forth coming nature. But that had been part of the reason why I had voluneered for the assignment. Hoping against hope that I'd be able to find my way out of the slump I had hit, but extended periods of isolation had done nothing for my issues. I had to start being honest with myself.

I was f*cked up. If hard work could have sorted my head, then working on my Uncles farm through high school would have done it. Because with the help of four other guys we replaced almost every fence on the place.

There had been a time that I thought I could break free of my past, a happier time. I guess I had smiled more, I never had to go looking for a good time. I could lean on a bar most anywhere and have someone to go home with in quick order.

Being shut away from civilisation for that long, I found I wanted to ...f*ck! I was better than that.

Sascha had a great set of assets. Her legs, tanned and long, curves front back and side. But more attractive than any of that was her optimistic confidence about the future of the summer.

It wasn't just the isolation that had made me feel like this. But I knew girls and Sascha was not one that would offer it up. The kiss had just been about getting a taste. Well that's what I told myself anyway.

She had made me feel very uncomfortable with the whole 'we've all been hurt but it's our choice' routine. But that was Bullshit! I felt sure it was.

I briefly closed my eyes at the rail. It had been years since I'd made this trip  and I was determined not to let the emotion of it get to me. Locking myself behind a blank facade again I glared at the scenery going by. Quiet unoccupied stone beach heads all along the lake edge. Tall stands of poplar trees reached to the sky with weeping willow trees reaching out and trailing  their leaves in the lake.

Preparing myself for the next bend. I gulped. There was the station homestead just as I remembered it. Single story for the most part laying neatly against the rise, just above the lake and jetty. It was freshly painted white, the only two story section was in the centre of the home, where I knew there were bedrooms and a library come sitting room. The restaurant I vaguely remember being under construction when I was young, lay on a neat stone path just past the homestead.

Over to the far right lay the large mustering yards and wool shed. Although a true muster of all the sheep today couldn't be done in yards this size and they needed to use the newer ones on the top of the hill.

The whistle at the top of the Earnslaws steam stack announced the steamers arrival. The sixty or more tourist's on board chatted excitedly and moved to the cargo area  below to disembark. Sascha was probably there organising things.

I didn't move from where I was. I didn't know what to expect and nobody looking at me would know the nerves I was suffering. I had an unreasonable urge to hide on board and return to Queenstown, but I sighed. I needed to do this. Even if I moved on at the end of summer, at least I'd tried.

The tourists moved off and were greeted by guides. As the crowd thinned I saw Leah Tremaine hurtling through the milling tourists calling, "Sascha?"

She was answered by a squeal that I had heard earlier, up close. Sascha stepped off the boat to be hugged and twirled around like a long lost member of the family, I thought bitterly.

Sascha bent down to pick up her bag, pushing some items in slowly while continuing to talk. The flair of her hips and long legs caught my imagination and before long I felt a throbbing and stirring as my body responded to the view.

I hope that Sascha might soften her view on being around me and then maybe she wouldn't mind putting out for a bit of action. Something regular after hours might benefit us both. She certainly needed a little loosening up and I had a damn load of testosterone charging through my system and I wouldn't mind being up close to her sweetness.

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how much chance has poor Ali got of getting any with that attitude? thoughts??

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thanks for reading!! really appreciate it. still setting the scene so you can fully appreciate the beauty of the place they will be living and working in for the next six months. Oct- march.

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