Rick tried to sit up but was stopped by intense pain. "Lie still, big guy," the voice said. A young man's face appeared in his field of vision."I'm Do...tor Rollins -- surgeon. It appears you were on the wrong end of a Walther P22. You know, too many folks think a .22 rimfire simply isn't a big enough cartridge to cause real damage. They don't give it enough respect and in a way that makes it more dangerous. They're wrong, of course. It can be lethal. You're lucky the slug missed your spine and. So that basically got me interested in fitness pmsl.Been in the gym most days, for about 3 months now. Settling in just fine, and partially flirting with the trainers etc lol.Then 1 morning the policeman from the station walks threw the door. Dressed in his little o'Neill's shorts and his local football shirt.I could see clearly that he liked to exercise and possibly play football.I was on a treadmill near the mens changing room as he approached.He notices me immediately and gives me a real. After a 2 minute lip lock we stood there at the bar holding each other.We got up and danced to a few songs and we sat at the bar holding hands and kissing.around midnight we were walking out of victor's holding hands. she parked around the corner from the bar, I live at Marshall Hall on Marshall street a few blocks away.”i don't wanna go home yet” she says."you ain't going home" i said as gave her ass a pat and a firm squeeze. we walked over to my place and got on the elevator,she turned to me. "Looks like you're not the only one enjoying this, Les." Les opened her eyes and looked up at me questioningly.I yanked my arm back. My God, what had I been doing? What would they think of me. It really had been innocent. The feelings, the textures, the experience had just been so new, so exciting, so... so sensual I got pulled into it."God, I'm so embarrassed. Please don't tell Dr. Bradley. I don't want to lose my job."I felt a hand on my wrist. Les was pulling my hand back to her chest. She.