“Ah, well, if you really want me to say it,” Aron exhaled. “How’s your ass?”“Ah, my ass,” Carter almost exclaimed. “Well, I guess I’...l have to use some pillows or something, later, not like right now, but all in all, I suppose that...”I want seconds!Are you insane?What, you know that’s true.“I’m glad to hear you’re fine, then,” Aron said in what appeared to be good humor.Something of that attitude didn’t sit well with Carter, though. There was something suspicious about it. He just couldn’t. She had yet to beat the smith. Swordsmanship had advanced beyond what Sir Givens had experienced in his long and storied career, so she thought she’d have an advantage. She’d tried new tricks on Yren, ones she’d learned long after leaving her former tutor. Though they’d startled the young smith many times, he managed to defend against them. Occasionally, he’d instinctively found a way around them and managed to press the attack back against her.She had to grudgingly admit his knowledge of the. In all her excitement Georgia and I walked quite quickly home and kept on the subject about her new team. When we came to our opposing houses I waved goodbye and wished Georgia good luck with her training.That afternoon as I was cooking dinner I saw Georgia walking across the street towards her house. She was returning from her soccer training and was wearing short soccer shorts and a tight fitting training shirt. I watched her walk and as I did my eyes diverted to her ass. I had never really. You're reading the posted exam schedule when you suddenly realize that you're enrolled in a course that you've forgotten about, for which you never attended lectures or bought the textbook, and you're supposed to write the exam in half an hour. I'd had that dream, periodically, for easily ten years after I graduated; I'd really hoped it was behind me. But somehow this didn't seem like the same thing.I tried to remember everything that my life had been in 1984. I was a student, living at home.