Tom was always the better looking one. He was the sort of man that women drooled over. Over six foot and wiry, he kept his wavy black hair just above ...is shoulders. He’d stolen two of my high school sweethearts by taking opportune moments to relieve himself and expose his massive tool. My own dick was small compared to his, at just less than five inches, but I never let my size bother me. Women that would rather be impaled by a crude bastard, rather than tickled by a gentleman aren’t worth my. What if Simon had gotten a hold of Aron before him?Aron’s phone was still unresponsive. What if something bad happened? He walked through the door, anxiety like a knife in the pit of his stomach. No, that couldn’t be. Someone would have let him know, call from a hospital, from Aron’s work, without a doubt.Still, he let out a big exhale, the moment he saw Aron sitting on the sofa, with the laptop on his knees, and a focused expression on his face.“Hey,” he called out.“Hey,” Aron said and raised. “Really. If you support your body with a solid foundation, you can fight while staying on your feet longer. It doesn’t matter how hard you can throw a punch or swing a sword if your legs just buckle as soon as you meet resistance. Think of it as like trying to fight while standing on slippery ice vs solid ground.”Just like before, Noah pushed them to the point of collapse. Normally, this kind of reckless training would be frowned upon, but they needed to stress and tear their muscles to the. She'd done it, succeeding beyond her hopes -- certainly beyond Jason's expectations. Now she was finished with that task and there was nothing to look forward to.Lydia loved computers; she liked programming. She loved problem solving, both the day-to-day problems and the big one that had brought her here. She was smugly confident that she'd solved it. She felt very much like how she would feel after Thanksgiving dinner -- full and replete. She didn't want anything else. It was hard to organize.