The Shining

he finished, his voice soft and measured, “I think we might die.”
Her face had paled. It 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.
“How would the ranger take us out?”
He raised his head slightly to answer and then settled his mouth against the other nipple.
“If the helicopter was spoken for I guess it would have to be by snowmobile.”
(!!!)
“But we have one of those! Ullman said so!”
His mouth froze against her breast for a moment, and then he sat up. Her own face was slightly flushed, her eyes overbright. Jack’s on the other hand, was calm, as if he had been reading a rather dull book instead of engaging in foreplay with his wife.
“If there’s a snowmobile there’s no problem,” she said excitedly. “We can all three go down together.”
“Wendy, I’ve never driven a snowmobile in my life.”
“It can’t be that hard to learn. Back in Vermont you see ten-year-olds driving them in the fields… although what their parents can be thinking of I don’t know. And you had a motorcycle when we met.” He had, a Honda 350cc. He had traded it in on a Saab shortly after he and Wendy took up residence together.
“I suppose I could,” he said slowly. “But I wonder how well it’s been maintained. Ullman and Watson… they run this place from May to October. They have summertime minds. I know it won’t have gas in it. There may not be plugs or a battery, either. I don’t want you to get your hopes up over your head, Wendy.”
She was totally excited now, leaning over him, her breasts tumbling out of her shirt. He had a sudden impulse to seize one and twist it until she shrieked. Maybe that would teach her to shut up.
“The gas is no problem,” she said. “The VW` and the hotel truck are both full. There’s gas for the emergency generator downstairs, too. And there must be a gascan out in that shed so you could carry extra.”
“Yes,” he said. “There is” Actually there were three of them, two five-gallons and a two-gallon.
“I’ll bet the sparkplugs and the battery are out there too. Nobody would store their snowmobile in one place and the plugs and battery someplace else, would they?”
“Doesn’t seem likely, does it?” He got up and walked over to where Danny lay sleeping. A spill of hair had fallen across his forehead and Jack brushed it away gently. Danny didn’t stir.
“And if you can get it running you’ll take us out?” she asked from behind him. “On the first day the radio says good weather?”
For a moment he didn’t answer. He stood looking down at his son, and his mixed feelings dissolved in a wave of love. He was the way she had said, vulnerable, fragile. The marks on his neck were very prominent.
“Yes,” he said. “I’ll get it running and we’ll get out as quick as we can.”
“Thank God!”
He turned around. She had taken off her shirt and lay on the bed, her belly flat, her breasts aimed perkily at the ceiling. She was playing with them lazily, flicking at the nipples. “Hurry up, gentlemen,” she said softly, “time.”

After, with no light burning in the room but the night light that Danny had brought with him from his room, she lay in the crook of his arm, feeling deliciously