Two friends, a man and a woman, are stranded for the night in a bothy by an unexpected snow storm... ______________ It really was a most peculiar night - bitterly cold, yet stiflingly close enough for thunder and lightning somehow. As they peered over her old travelling/party duvet at the bothy window, they could make out the clouds of their breaths in the semi-darkness and glistening sporadically in the sharp light of the increasingly regular lightning flashes which were lent further intensity by the blanket of snow outside. There was no wood left in the bothy's store, despite the well established "bothy code", and the track to the nearest main road was impassibly drifted over with snow. To keep warm, the two friends huddled together under the duvet, sharing their heat. Embarrassment at the unaccustomed intimacy was overcome by the need to keep warm and the primal trepidation caused by such an unnerving natural phenomenon. The were just good friends really. Sure, there had been the odd time when each had entertained a curiosity of the other's sexual desires, but nothing had ever come of it. The friendship was as platonic as ever. Eventually, they slept with him giving her back the heat of his stomach and chest. She awoke in the middle of the night with something around her left ankle. It felt like her knickers, but that was impossible because she was still wearing them. Could they be his pants, perhaps? She felt further with her feet. No... for some reason, his pants seemed to be lying next to the knickers. Quietly, she felt behind her to see if he was wearing them, but it seemed that he also was still wearing his underclothes. That's weird. Oh well, they must just be something else. Again, she dozed off. When she awoke again, it was still night, though the moon had risen and was now reflecting its light off the snow and into the bothy window. There seemed to be something around her, gently constricting her as though she was wearing a bra. But she had definitely removed that before getting into bed without taking her t-shirt off. Yet it was now undoubtedly back on her. Perhaps she had only imagined she had taken it off, such was her routine at home - funny how the mind can play tricks on you. She felt on the floor next to the bed where she would normally drop it. But, hang on... her bra was there! Then what was she wearing? She felt the bra around her and wondered at how strange the material was - as soft and comfortable as silk, yet utterly unyielding of any attempt to remove it. Indeed, it seemed to have no adjusting loops or catches at all and clung to her every curve - as though it was one single moulded piece. She felt a little further around her back. It seemed to join up with the knickers she was wearing. Pulling at the length of colourless fabric joining the two garments did nothing other than tighten both around her. Gently but firmly, they held her in their grip and nothing she could do would effect her release. With a rising sense of incredulous panic, she felt behind her for the comfort of her companion. Thank god he was still there and breathing regularly and calmly behind her.