"Hi, my sweet!"

"Greetings, love of my life"

The two girls emerged from sleep and instinctively reached out to embrace each other.  They kissed.  They kissed again.  Then they changed ends for a long, a very long time.  Finally.

"What's the time Harry?"

"Half past ten - SHIT!!"

"Good idea, let's not do it here, though, Harry!  I have a bathroom suite for that.  You go first and I'll follow.  I love the way the toilet smells after you've just used it!"

"Oh.  GWEN!"

"I met a guy, the same year I met Jim.  He was an ex-Roman Catholic priest who had met a girl and fallen in love and left the priesthood to marry her.  He told me a very lovely thing.  At least I think it was lovely.  He told me that when his new wife went to the loo, he would go with her.  He said that if he couldn't love the smell of his wife's shit, he couldnt love her properly either.  Isn't that nice!"

"Not really, Gwen! I feel sick!  Makes me glad to be C of E!"

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The next few days before the weekend were increasingly cold and progress was  painfully slow for two girls pitting their own muscle against the rock-hard earth, but they were learning to use their strength, such as it was,  to good purpose and the ground began to yield to them bit by bit.  Each night, Harry would look into the mirror, willing hersef to see those longed-for muscles developing.  Finally Gwen tired of this obsession.

"Come her,  you fucking idiot,  and stand still while I measure you up.  We'll try it again in two weeks' time.  Meanwhile stop posing in front of that fucking mirror every single fucking night.  It's beginning to fucking well piss me off.  Right!"

Harry stood still and Gwen measured her chest  and her chest expanded, her thighs, arms and biceps ordinary and flexed  and noted down the results in a notebook which she put in her escritoire.  She handed the key to Jenkins and told him not in any circumstances to let Harry get her thieving fingers on it, not if he valued his job, that is.

Each day they became more inured to the cold and took longer and longer over their alfresco lunches, each waiting to see the other give in first and beg to be allowed to get back to work.  One day it was Gwen and the next it would be Harry.

The weekend came and Gwen was the first to look out  on the estate and saw  snow  falling thick and fast.  The whole of her ancestral acres were covered feet deep and the trees all groaned under the weight of the wonderful white powdery snow.

She rushed over to the bed and took Harry's feet and pulled onto the floor.

"Come on outside at once.  This is the loveliest day!"

Arrived on the terrace, Gwen pointed to the work site now veiled in pure white.

"Go and get a shovel, Harry and clear the terrace.  I'll go for a run around the estate and leave my girlish footprints for any trespasser to puzzle over when he sees them.  Go on!  Then we'll build a lovely snowman!"

Gwen disappeared into the distance and Harry decided to disobey her for once and raced after her.  She caught  up with ease, as Gwen had seen her darling friend coming up behind her and waited for her to catch up.  They ran together, every so often going knee-deep into a drift and struggling to keep their footing,  but usually finding themselves in only a few inches of the lovely white softly yielding miracle.  The falling flakes covered their hair and fell on their warm bodies, melting and forming droplets on their firm young bouncing breasts, before dripping off their hardened  bright pink,  erect and  protruding nipples.

"Istn't this heavenly Harry? It hasn't snowed here for three years - not properly.  I'd forgotten what it was like.  Makes those days of digging worth while!  I feel like I'm flying, Harry!  I hope today lasts for ever!"

Arrived back at the terrace, Gwen directed Harriet to go and get two shovels and she went inside to ring for Jenkins to get them something hot and very alcoholic to drink.  Harry came back with the shovels and Jenkins with the hot potent drinks.  The two drank long and deep before starting to clear the terrace of snow,  casting each shovel-full over the parapet and onto the lawn underneath.

When they had cleared the terrace, Gwen knelt down at the site of  Harriet's fight with Janet and kissed  the ground, still faintly stained with the two combatants' blood.  They then went inside and collapsed in each others' arms onto the deep-piled rug by the fire.

"What about the snowman, Gwendoline?  Still want to go and build one!  It's nearly eleven - we've still time before lunch."

It was the work only of a few minutes to shape the body and Gwen then scooped up enough snow  and shaped it into a very handsome head, but she thought better  of putting it on top of the still-unfinished snowman and threw it at Harriet instead.

Ten minutes later, two soaking wet and hysterical girls remembered the serious purpose on which they were engaged and finally the head was put  in place.  They stepped back to admire their handiwork when Gwen,  seized by another  typical piece of lunacy,  wrestled Harry to the ground before that girl had time to react and sat on her, proceeding to stuff snow into her mouth.

"You bitch!  Let me up"

"Shan't"

"Please Gwen.  My arse is like a block of ice"

"Good"

"I love you Gwen!"

"I love you Harry, but you're still staying here - so stop your whining.  Just lie back and enjoy it"

"I hate this, Gwen.  Please let me up!"

"Shan't.  Make me.  You're so bloody strong.  Make me"

Struggle as Harriet   would,  Gwen was immovable and, exhausted and  red faced,  she  finally realised the hopelessnes of resistance and ceased to struggle.   She relaxed  and smiled up at her tormentor.

"I've got an idea, Gwen"

Gwen consolidated her hold on her poor victim and replied.

"What idea Harry?"

"The snowman needs a hat and a nose and two eyes and a pipe in his mouth.  We haven't finished yet."

"You're not just saying that to be allowed to get up?"

"No, Gwen"

"Swear?"

"I swear!"

"I'll have to think about it.  Is it terribly cold down there, Harry?"

"Yes, Gwen"

"Good.  I'm glad!"

"Bitch"

"Cow"

With this last insult Gwen rolled off onto her back and Harry,  in her turn,  sat on her for a few minutes, before they both went inside to look for hat, eyes,  nose and a pipe for the snowman.

The put their arms over each others' shoulder, and admired their finished work of art.

"That was a good idea Harry!  He looks splendid, now!  Let's wrestle again, shall we?  I liked it so much last time..... Harry what are you going inside for?  Was it something I said?"

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