‘No broken bones,’ she said briskly, although you’re going to be sore for a few days.’ She checked his pupils with her light. ‘No signs of a...concussion.’ ‘My head’s too hard.’ Tim grinned. Carrie snorted, ‘More like there’s nothing in there to be damaged.’ ‘Well, you’re going to be fine.’ He nodded towards the ambulance, where another EMT smiled and flipped them a ‘thumbs up’. ‘And it looks like both girls will be fine.’ ‘Thank God,’ smiled Tim. ‘Thank God indeed,’ Carrie responded. Only Tim. The least Aron could do was to hit the other butt cheek once in a while.“I have two of them, you know?” he said out loud.“Two of what?” Aron asked, confused.“These,” Carter explained, planting his palms on his ass cheeks and making his point.Aron laughed.“I know. And they are both perfect.”Better than Carter’s real ass? The question was on his tongue, but he could not say it. He had learned his lesson all right.Aron didn’t allow him too much time to overthink things. Plastering him against the. " Kevin bent over and hoisted me to my feet with ease. "Ok?" he asked, keeping his hold on my arms till he was sure I was steady."Yes. Hic. I'm not ... hic ... drunk you know." I growled.He moved my horse around and I tried to hop a bit, moving closer. To my shame I outright belched, loudly. Kevin was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. But wisely remained silent. The hiccups were gone."Here in my hands." He'd bent, cupped his hands and waited."I can't step into..." No, your knee. Place your left. He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the corners. On his large desk was a clutter of papers.He suddenly spun around, stepped beside the desk, then sat on its edge, facing her. His long legs were spread out on either side of her, and she found herself gazing at his crotch. He had his hands in his pockets, but now he.