After I had gotten up, and brushed off most of the snow that found it's way on and under my flannel shirt, I looked to see where the one ski that had ...ome off my boot was at. Seeing it, close to twenty feet above me on the hill, sure had me wondering exactly how far I had fallen. I looked to my side and saw how close I had been to sliding into the trees and that really shook me up. It was easy to convince myself at this point that in no way was I ready for the intermediate areas.I went up the. While still not experts, or totally competent at the act, they were a lot more comfortable with it than they were. Theyd moved beyond the constant giggling every time their tongues touched, or when theyd been kissing more than a few seconds. Their inclination to want to touch themselves had grown much stronger over those few days as well. Their bodies responded so much more strongly to stimuli, especially when they touched or kissed. Seeing, or talking about, certain cute guys provoked similar. " No, I can't blame you," Pete smiled. "I have no one but myself to blame. It looks like it worked out pretty good for you, anyway." It did," Jon sighed. "Not without some pain along the way, but it did. So, did they get it all out?" It looks like it," Pete smiled. "I'll have to have annual MRIs for a few more years, but I just had one a couple weeks ago and there's no sign of it coming back so far." Well, that's good news," Jon sighed, shaking his head at his thoughts of what might have been. " He gets up and, damn he stands over me by almost half a foot, and gets in my face. "I'll sit where ever the fuck I want and what are you going to do about it?" I tell him very calmly at that point, "If you wants to live the rest of the day I advise you to leave and don't bother to look back, otherwise you was going to be in a world of shit."And of course being the tough guy he didn't get the hint and takes a swing at me. I telegraph the swing and easily move throwing him off guard. In the.