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going to stand you up on your good… leg… and then you can hold on to my shoulders for balance,” he said.
    “Fine ,” she ground out angrily.
    As gently as he could , he adjusted her position and then grabbing her hips, he helped her slide down his body until she stood on the ground.  He hoped she didn’t notice his body’s reaction to her. 
    Looking down at her he could only stare.  God she was beautiful!  It was hard to fathom she was an indirect result of old Judge Patterson.
    This was awkward as hell.  He wasn’t even winded either from wrestling with her in her room or even from carrying her down the stairs.  It was hard to meet his bold stare but she forced herself to do just that.  He was a hottie like nothing she’d ever seen … in real life anyway.
    He had manhandled her like she was nothing and now stood flush up against her staring at her mouth.  Resting one hand on his shoulders , she pushed her robe against his chest with the other.
    “Help me?” she said breathlessly.  His nearness seemed to make her tingle in places she shouldn’t.
    “Sure ,” he said.  Taking her robe in one hand and then reaching around her body, he unfolded it and held it open.
    She tucked her arms in the sleeves and he pulled it closed around her.  The robe was short and only hit her mid-thigh but it was better than nothing.  She couldn’t help but notice the way his shoulder muscles bunched and moved as he tied the garment closed in the front.
    “Umm… how about you ride me? Shit… I mean ride on my back,” he said looking skyward.
    “Sure…” she replied, knowing she was blushing like a stupid teenager.
    “Ok , hang on,” He said as he slowly turned around and presented his back to her.
    His back was wide and muscular and he had a nice ass.  Again she rested her hands on his shoulders and he bent his knees.
    “Is that good enough or should I bend down lower?” he asked.
    “I can jump… I was a dancer, a gymnast and a cheerleader in both high school and college,” she answered hotly. “Ready?”
    “Yep ,” he replied.
    She jumped using her good leg and he caught her legs and then adjusted her by jumping slightly.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward for balance.  He smelled like soap… and something wild.
    “Don’t be breathing on my neck ,” he muttered.
    “I’m not breathing on your neck,” she argued.
    “You are too breathing on my neck,” he said.
    “So?” s he said.
    “So… even though your legs are hairier than mine… I’m still a guy and heavy breathing by a chick on the back of my neck goes straight to my junk… and gives me chicken skin,” he said.
    Oh my God!   He did not just say that!  She’d long since stopped caring about what she looked like and didn’t bother to take care of herself anymore aside from showering… but to point it out to her?
    “Fuck you…” she whispered in disbelief.
    “Maybe… but you’re going to have to do something about this forest you got growing on these bad boys first,” he said, rubbing his thumbs along her legs. “Oh and now you owe two quarters.”
    His touch was like lightening that shot up her legs which she had wrapped tightly around his sides.  She giggled.  She couldn’t seem to stop herself… it was so inappropriate and by far the worst thing a guy had ever said to her… but it was true . 
    Dropping her forehead to his shoulder she laughed to the point of tears… and it felt good .
    She felt his back and shoulders shake and suddenly he was laughing too.  After collecting herself she shoved his head forward with her hand and said , “This was your idea so get moving.”
    As he headed into the kitchen with her along for the ride she was surprised to see her mother brushing away tears… even though she was smiling from ear to ear. 
    The boys looked to be in shock and Grandpa Patterson was giving Chuck his serious look.  Chuck seemed oblivious to the stares of her family as he