The weather reports said it was going to be one of the great winter storms of some time, so Carole and Kathy decided to leave a day early, get some shopping done, and get to their shared chalet at the base of Sugarloaf before the storm actually hit. Their respective husbands, Denny and Jack, would come up later in the Jack's Navigator and join them on Friday night so that the four of them would enjoy the three day President's Day weekend on the slopes, and return in separate cars sometime on Tuesday.
As they set out early on Friday morning, the sky was bright and clear with the temperature hovering just below the freezing mark. However, since there hadn't been any snow in the last week, the roads were clear and they had an easy run up the turnpike toward their chalet. Stopping at the liquor store in Jersey before they crossed the state line, they loaded up with their favorite beverages, some snacks, cigarettes (much cheaper here), and then stopped at the supermarket to complete their shopping before the remaining two hour drive. A hundred miles later, they arrived at their destination, unaware that a huge low pressure mass had been just behind them the whole journey. As they pulled in the drive of their chalet, a light snow began to fall.
Carole and Kathy unloaded the supplies and called up to the mountain for the ski conditions which they found to be great. . .a few inches of new powder atop a packed base of several feet in depth. Looking up from their deck they also noticed that the hill seemed to be pretty deserted for a Friday. So without hesitation, they changed into bibs and parkas to take advantage of the superb late afternoon conditions. After about an hour and a half of sheer enjoyment, did they notice that the snowfall was becoming quite heavy and difficult to see through when coming down the mountain. It was at that point they called it a day and skied back to the chalet. When they entered, Kathy noticed that there was a missed call on her cell phone from Jack which she promptly returned.
She got Jack on his cell only to find out that he and Denny were trying to get out of town and to the mountain, but the snow was coming down so quickly and and in such quantity, that traveling, even in a big SUV was difficult. Rush hour traffic was jammed at every turn and they were going to get nowhere. They hadn't even made the state line, but had made it as far as a mutual friends restaurant and attached home where that were going to wait for a while until the worst part of the storm was over. Kathy gave the news to Carole.
"They got as far as George's place in Florence, and Jack said that he's afraid to go any further until the snow slacks off a bit." She continued, "He even said that George closed down because all his help wanted to leave and beat the storm. . .but it was OK if they hung out there for a while to keep he and Amy company and have a bite to eat. . .He'll call us later"
"Hey, what can we do?" Carole said. "I guess we'll just have to make the best of it."
"By the way, what are we going o have for dinner tonight? We brought a ton of food up here with us. What's your pleasure?"
Kathy paused, "Me, I'm not very hungry. . .whatever we had at that fast food is really churning around in me and I don't think I'll bother to eat tonight . . and to top it all off, I'm really constipated and should take some kind of laxative, but I don't want to throw up."
Carole thought for a minute, then said, "Would it help if I gave you an enema? I was going to take one for myself before bed tonight and it would be no trouble to give you one at the same time."
Kathy looked at Carole with a puzzled look. "Why do you need one of those?" She asked. "Are you all clogged up too?"
"Well," Carole replied, "Since you asked, yes I am. I haven't gone yet today and I'm beginning to feel full. But I try and have one at least one every few weeks, or so, just to make me feel like I'm thoroughly clean inside. It's a good feeling. Haven't you ever had one?"
Kathy shook her head and said, "No, never. I've seen those Fleet kind in the drugstore aisle, but I've never had to use one. Is that the kind you use?"
Carole smiled back at Kathy and said, "Of course not silly! If you have to have an enema, you need the whole two quarts from the hot water bottle with the hose attachment. . . you know, like you'd use to douche with."
Just as that thought began to register in Katy's mind, the cell phone rang. It was Jack calling to say that they were watching the six o'clock news, and that the State Police had just closed the turnpike bridge to all traffic until the storm lets up. He also said that the local doppler radar was showing that they still had another four to six hours of heavy, continuos snow to endure. Kathy relayed this information to Carole, who opened the drapes to the patio to see nothing but the solid white of a blizzard. "Jack says he and Denny are going to spend the night with George and Amy and try to get up in the morning after the plows get out," Kathy said. "They should be here around noon."
"He also said that if you look in Denny's ski bag, you'll find some of that good reefer he got last week . . .but don't smoke it all up."
Carole shut the drapes and turned to Kathy, "There's not another soul anywhere to be seen. Our car is the only one on the street. I guess it's just the two of us for the evening."
