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Now that Moose could officially coach us, he had me come in for more batting practice. Today I was in early because I’d told Moose I had to attend a Town Hall meeting with Governor Higgins. Moose grudgingly agreed to my coming in early as a compromise, but I knew he wasn’t overly happy about it.

“I like what you’ve done to improve your batting. I want to make a few tweaks and add to your skills to make you a more well-rounded batter.”

I knew that Moose had been doing this for over a quarter of a century, so I would listen to what he had to say.

“Yes, sir.”

I think he secretly hated it when I called him ‘sir.’ Moose was more of a shot-and-beer kind of guy, so he just tolerated my ingrained upbringing.

“What I’m going to suggest is minor stance change. You’re a tall guy. Umpires are used to calling balls and strikes a certain way. If I were an opposing coach, I’d direct my pitchers to feed you a steady diet of low pitches out of the zone to see if I could pick up some calls they would make on shorter boys. What I suggest is that you bend your knees a little more so you can get to the lower pitches better.

“This will also help you with higher pitches. One of the best ways to get a hitter to pop up is to throw above his hands,” Moose said.

“I don’t understand.”

Moose had me make a few practice swings.

“Now stop over the plate,” he ordered.

I swung the bat until it was over the center of the plate and held it there.

“This is your natural swing,” Moose pointed out.

Moose stepped in front of the plate with a baseball and held it an inch over my bat.

“What are you going to do to hit this ball?” he asked.

“I’ll have to adjust my swing,” I said.

“Show me.”

I swung the bat to hit the higher ball.

“Notice how your swing changed?”

“Yeah.”

It had changed from a flat swing to more of an uppercut. I could see how the trajectory of the ball would change or I would undercut the ball and pop it up.

“What would happen if you originally had your knees bent? Could you stand a little straighter and still have your natural swing?”

“Yes, but I’ll have to make adjustments on almost every ball thrown. Not all of them will be perfect.”

“You’re right,” Moose said, and then smiled. “What I’m trying to show you is a way to expand the zone where you can swing naturally. You’re a coordinated kid. I wouldn’t try this with all my players, because I first want them to find their swing. This adds some complexity to your hitting approach in that your body isn’t just striding and hitting. There may be some movement up or down to get the bat head where you need it.

“Look, I have no worries that you can hit almost any pitch. Your eye-hand coordination is exceptional. You know as well as I do that if you can get a pitch in your sweet spot, you can hit it harder without any extra effort. If you could expand that zone by just a couple of inches, it would make a difference in your long-term power numbers.”

“I’ll try it,” I said.

“Good. Now I want you to learn to bunt.”

I blinked a couple of times. I fancied myself a power hitter. Why would Moose ever want to take the bat out of my hand?

“Why?”

I would never have asked that if there were other players around, because it would look like I was challenging Moose. I think he knew what I was thinking.

“At some point you’ll play on teams where you’re not the only quality player. I say that meaning no disrespect to your teammates. But bunting is a powerful weapon, and guys like you don’t tend to learn how to do it correctly. If you watch major league baseball, there are only a few hitters on any team that can reliably lay down a bunt when needed. The ones who can’t were always the top guy before they got to the majors, and their previous coaches would rather have them swing away than make the sacrifice to move the runner over.

“If you learn this skill, it’ll make you even more valuable. Just like Coach Haskins is going to teach you how to steal bases. I want you to think about the big picture for a minute. What does the infield do when someone like you comes up to bat?”

“Take a couple of steps back,” I said.

“Correct. They want to give themselves more time to react to a screaming shot. Now, what will happen if that same batter lays down a bunt? You’ll have a couple of extra steps to beat it out. A hit is a hit. You know what happens if you get burned in football: you adjust. I’ve watched you sucker a defensive back into playing tighter and then hit him with the big one.

“It’s the same thing here. If we can get them to play tighter, they have less time to react. It opens up holes where a hard hit can get through, because they weren’t back and couldn’t react to it.” I nodded my understanding.

“Let’s talk about stealing bases. A good base stealer puts a tremendous amount of pressure on the infield and especially the pitcher. Now, to this point, I’ve never been a big proponent of base stealing, because each runner is so valuable. Combine that with the fact that not a lot of high school players are very good at it, and you can see why I’m that way.

“Coach Haskins has opened my eyes about a few things, though,” he said, and I smirked. “Yes, this old dog can be taught new tricks. Coach Haskins pointed out that the pitcher, catcher, and second baseman all have to do their job correctly to throw out a runner. Last year proved his assertion that at this level, an active base runner can cause havoc.

“It also forces the pitcher to throw out of the stretch. They have to hold the runner, and if they throw to first there’s always a chance for an error. This gives our batter an advantage. My plan is to get you on first and make the defense worry about what you’re going to do. Coach Haskins is one of these metrics guys, and he assures me that a good base runner will help us win more games.”

“I can get behind that. If it’ll make me a more well-rounded player and help the team, I’ll put in the work,” I said.

He had me go into the batting cage and adjust my stance slightly. Bending my knees more felt funny, but I could still hit without a problem. It would just take time for me to get used to it.

While I finished up, others began to arrive. Moose patted me on the back and actually cracked a smile.

“Go tend to your political stuff. Just remember, baseball season is here now, and I’d kind of like it if you’d start really focusing on it.”

Paul was waiting for me out front. He took me home so I could change. I asked him to go pick up everyone, and I’d be ready by the time he got back. I put on a Dakora outfit and went to the house to check on Bandit. I didn’t need Halle’s cat traumatized when I returned him. He met me at the back door and meowed. He wasn’t happy about something.

“He’s a bigger tattletale than Duke,” Mom said.

“Have you been abusing him?” I asked.

“No, I think he’s just used to being an only child. Why don’t you take him out back for a little bit?” Mom suggested.

Halle had bought him a kitty leash. While he usually came to me, I didn’t want him taking off. I would never hear the end of it. He seemed to understand that Duke didn’t get to go with us, because he almost pranced out the back door, to the whines of my trusty hound. Duke certainly didn’t understand why his master would take a cat for a walk when he didn’t get to go. If I had more time, I would’ve taken both of them.

I saw a blur jump out from the side of the house.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!”

Precious had Bandit by the back of the neck, and he looked dead. I felt my stomach tighten. If Brit’s cat had just killed Bandit, I might have to end Precious. I got on my knees.

“Bring it here,” I commanded.

Precious cocked her head and then brought me the kitten. She dropped him and Bandit jumped up into my arms. I’d forgotten that if you picked up a cat by the scruff of the neck, it would go limp. My heart was beating like crazy, and I could feel Bandit trembling in my arms. I checked him all over, and Precious hadn’t left a mark on him.

I went inside, handed Bandit to Mom, and told her what had happened. Bandit seemed happy with all the attention she gave him. She told him stories of the evil cat from next door. I, of course, had to let Duke out. I chuckled when Precious tried the same thing on Duke. He just shook her off and then chased her.

When the SUV pulled into the gate, I sent Duke inside and called to my mom to let her know I was leaving. I saw Grandma Dawson had claimed shotgun. Brook’s parents claimed the middle row, so I got in the back with Brook. Today’s Town Hall wasn’t going to be like the ‘get out the vote’ campus events I went to last weekend, even though it would be held at UIC’s Pavilion.

That was the reason my grandma was going. People across the state knew who she was, and it would be an older crowd.

“What are we supposed to do?” I asked.

“You’ll sit behind the panel in case a question gets directed to you,” Grandma Dawson said.

“So this is going to be boring,” I said.

Brook hit me in the back of the head. I was sure Paul was with me on the sentiment, though. Everyone else seemed to be excited about going to a Town Hall meeting.

Once we settled into our drive, Brook jabbed my side to get my attention. She had her tablet out and showed me a sailboat. They offered a one-week cruise that would start in Puerto Rico and end in Aruba. They had the equipment to fill dive tanks.

The more I read about the yacht, the more excited I got. A luxury catamaran that would comfortably accommodate up to eight guests while covering up to 300 nautical miles per day under sail. It was sixty-nine feet long, but it said the yacht was still compact enough to fit into most harbors, and its shallow draft allowed it to slip into quiet coves and anchorages that would be off-limits for keelboats of her size.

It had four cabins that had queen-size beds and private bathrooms. That would be perfect for our parents, Brook and I. It came with two crew members that sailed the yacht and cooked gourmet meals. I flipped through the photos and it was like a floating five-star hotel. It even had air conditioning so you could get a good night’s sleep.

It said they would customize your cruise to your specific needs. If you wanted to act like a tourist and enjoy what the different islands had to offer, they could do that. For the group who wanted to just relax, they could find beautiful secluded coves. They also had options for the more adventurous.

“What does this cost?” I asked Brook.

She told me and I calculated it per each person. For that price, I could buy a yacht.

“Seriously, eighty-eight thousand, total?” I asked.

“No, it’s eleven thousand total for the week. That includes everything. Of course, it can be more if you do some add-ons.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“If you’re a foodie and want high-end wine, for example.”

“Don’t tell my dad, he’d want some expensive scotch.”

“I think our dads will get along,” Brook said.

“What do we have to do to book it?” I asked.

She blushed.

“I already did,” she said, and then asked a question before I could object. “Who are you bringing with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your room is big enough to have someone sleep with you.”

“I thought...” I said, and then realized the parental units would be with us.

“I was thinking about inviting Cassidy.”

I ran through the list of guys I knew, but I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with them for a week. Maybe I could convince my parents to allow me to ask Beth. The only problem with that was I wanted to spend time with Brook. It would be a little awkward if Beth was there. This was one of those times where Tami said my first instinct was always wrong. I would be better off going alone.

“Let me think about it.”

“I need to know by Monday. I want to order the plane tickets.”

“For now, just figure I’ll go solo. If I change my mind, I’ll take care of the tickets later.”

“Call your mom,” Brook ordered.

I knew Ava, Brook’s mom, had been listening to us.

“Ava, you want to call her?” I asked, and she had the grace to act confused as to what I was asking.

“Mom will call her,” Brook said.

Ava got her phone out and dialed. I smiled to myself when she didn’t ask who she was supposed to call. She definitely needed to work on her acting skills.

When we arrived at the University of Illinois at Chicago’s campus, we went to their basketball arena, the UIC Pavilion. They had a stage set up with panel-type seating. They had VIP guest seating on a riser behind the panel. My grandma and I were assigned seats in that area. They set it up so the TV cameras could see supporters.

Brook and her family were assigned seats on the floor close to the front. I felt a little bad they didn’t rate VIP seats. Bill Carl, the banker and minority owner of the Cubs, brought his wife Elinor over to say hi. It turned out my grandma was good friends with them. They chatted with my grandma while I spaced out.

It was finally time for the event to begin. Joining the governor on stage were representatives from the FBI, DHS, and State Police, as well as Bev Mass, the DA for Cook County. The topic was how the state would deal with terrorists. I rolled my eyes when a university professor got up and talked at length about how we should just all love one another and the terrorists would leave us alone. While I wasn’t for drone strikes in the suburbs, even I knew that a group hug wasn’t going to stop the violence.

The FBI and DHS representatives talked at length about how they were working to keep us safe. Then it was the State Police’s turn. Bev Mass spoke for both the Chicago Police and her office. I hadn’t realized the resources they’d committed to this type of problem.

Then they opened it up to questions. A woman in a hijab came to one of the microphones. They had four set up around the arena, and there was a line at each.

“Peace to you all. I’m a law student at Northwestern University. I’m here to ask you a simple question. I know that we portray Islam and all Muslims as bad, but there are 1.5 billion Muslim followers of Islam, most of whom are not radical. We have over eight million Muslim-Americans, and I don’t see them represented here on this panel. But my question is, how can we fight an ideological war with the weapons and methods outlined here today? How can we end this war? The Jihadist ideology that you talk about, it’s an ideology. How can you ever win this thing if you don’t address it ideologically?” she asked.

I watched as Brook got up and waved for attention. She went to one of the mics. I could see the people on the panel weren’t comfortable. I was sure they were afraid of looking insensitive and possibly saying something politically incorrect. They happily deferred to Brook.

“Excuse me, let me take this. Great question. I’m so glad you’re here, and I’m so glad you brought that up, because it gives us an opportunity to answer. What I find so amazing is that since the beginning of this discussion, not one person has even mentioned Muslims, let alone suggest that we are for or against Islam. We’re here talking about how a young woman died here in Chicago. We’re here to discuss the shootings in California and how to make our people safe.

“We’re not here to bash Muslims. You were the only one who brought up the issue about most Muslims, not us. And since you brought it up, allow me to elaborate on the answer. There are 1.5 billion Muslims in the world today. Of course not all of them are radicals; the majority of them are peaceful people. The radical Muslims are estimated to be between fifteen and twenty-five percent of the total world Muslim population, according to all the intelligence services around the world. That leaves seventy-five percent that are peaceful people.

“But when you look at fifteen to twenty-five percent of the worldwide Muslim population, you are looking at between 225 to 375 million people dedicated to the destruction of Western civilization. That’s as big as the population of the United States.

“So why should we worry about the radicals? Because it’s the radicals who kill. Because it’s radicals who strangle a young woman who just wanted to meet and have her picture taken with my friend David. It’s the radicals who kill innocents.

“When you look throughout history and the lessons we should learn, you find most Germans were peaceful. Yet the Nazis drove the agenda, and as a result 60 million people died during World War II. Almost 14 million died in concentration camps, and six million of them were Jews. The peaceful majority of Germans were irrelevant. They did nothing to stop it.

“When you look at Russia, most Russians were peaceful people. Yet the Russians were able to kill 20 million of their own people in that same war and during the purges that preceded it. The peaceful majority were irrelevant again. When you look at China, for example, most Chinese were peaceful as well. Yet the Chinese government was able to kill 70 million people during their Cultural Revolution. The peaceful majority were irrelevant.

“When you look at Japan prior to World War II, most Japanese were peaceful. Yet Japan was able to butcher its way across Southeast Asia, killing 12 million people, mostly with bayonets and shovels. The peaceful majority were irrelevant.

“On September 11 in the United States, we had 2.3 million Arab Muslims living here. That doesn’t include non-Arab Muslims from different regions of the world like Indonesia, Turkish, Indian, Pakistani, Afghani, Chechen, Uzbeki, Uighur, Rohingya, Bangladeshi or even the United States. It took 19 hijackers, 19 radicals, to bring America to its knees as they destroyed the World Trade Center and attacked the Pentagon. They killed nearly three thousand people that day. The peaceful majority were irrelevant that day.

“So for all your reasoning, and us talking about moderate and peaceful Muslims, I’m glad you’re here. But where are the others speaking out? You seem to be the only Muslim representative.

“Since you’re the only Muslim representative here, you took the limelight. Yet instead of speaking about why the young girl died, or about the tragedy in California and what our government is doing to correct the problem, you stood there to make a point about peaceful, moderate Muslims. You make a good point about ideology; I wish you’d brought ten others with you so they could help us figure this out.

“It’s time we take political correctness and throw it in the garbage where it belongs. As far as I’m concerned, the peaceful Muslims are irrelevant to this discussion,” Brook concluded.

My first thought was, ‘Oh, shit.’ It took a moment for what she said to sink in, and then a smattering of applause started. Then it grew. I was sure I would look back at this moment and be able to point to the time Brook Davis entered politics. What she said wasn’t intended to be politically correct. Rather, she intended to tell some truths. What’s the old saying, ‘out of the mouths of babes’?

The majority of Muslims weren’t radical. We needed to focus on the ones that were, the ones that wanted to destroy our way of life. While I could see her point, I might not have said peaceful Muslims were irrelevant. I would bet that if we ever wanted to solve this problem, we would need their help. I felt we needed to be more inclusive instead of an ‘us against them’ type of mentality. But that wasn’t her point. Her point was we spent too much time focused on not hurting anyone’s feelings. How many more had to die before we woke up?

After the Town Hall meeting, I noticed that Governor Higgins avoided Brook and her family. I pointed it out to my grandmother.

“It’s politics, my boy. He doesn’t know how her comments will be received. You know that it doesn’t matter if she’s right or not. Our political climate is such that people just take sides and they’re ready to fight to the death over it. It saddens me to see that a well-reasoned comment is ignored. No, I take that back. It’s sad to see a well-reasoned comment vilified just because of who said it.

“Your grandfather predicted that partisanship would be our downfall, that people would eventually be so disgusted with all the infighting and political gridlock resulting in nothing getting done. He said that if it continued, people would leave the parties and look for alternatives. Davey said that you’d see it first in smaller elections where independent candidates would begin to win. It would be years before an independent could win a national election. The two-party system just had too much money and had stacked the deck in their favor, even though a third of the electorate identifies themselves as independent.

“He did say that if the level of hostility continued to escalate, that people would clamor for an alternative. They would be so disgusted with the choices offered that they would revolt,” Grandma Dawson said.

I could just see my grandpa ranting about the need for everyone to work together instead of bickering with each other. The one thing I will say was he was known to be a man of the people. He’d built himself into the power broker he was by knowing how to broker fair deals. If I ever went into politics, I wanted to be like him. My fear was I didn’t have the temperament for it. If they started to tell lies about me, I’d just track them down and kick their asses. I had a feeling that would be a bad idea.

When we got in the car to go home, it was awful quiet. I finally had had enough. It was unnatural for Brook not to be her normal bubbly self.

“Those were some impressive stats,” I ventured.

“Dad’s a history buff and got me interested when I was young,” she admitted.

“You did a good thing,” I said, and reached over and squeezed her hand.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I smiled.

“You wouldn’t be Brook Davis if you didn’t say what you felt.”

She gave me half a smile.

“Max didn’t seem happy with me,” she said as her smile left her face.

“Max didn’t know what to think,” I said, and then pulled her chin up so she looked me in the eyes. “What you said, what you believed, people heard that. As long as you’re true to yourself, you can wake up in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror and have a clear conscience.”

“David’s right. I was really proud of you,” Ian said.

She leaned close to me so only I could hear.

“I didn’t think guys like you actually existed. Sweet, sincere and HOT ... you’re like a unicorn.”

I checked and my wallet was still there. She gave me a smirk, and then the smile fell from her face. I left her alone with her own thoughts. I knew I would have needed some alone-time to sort out what had happened. I was proud of her, and saw her in a completely different light.

After we got back to town and dropped off Brook and her parents, Grandma asked me to visit the farmhouse with her.

“I want to show you what we’ve been up to.”

She showed me that they’d taken out several walls to open up the floor plan. My grandmother told me that back in the day, homes had many little rooms. The good news was that they were able to save most of the wood floors. They were black walnut, and my grandma speculated that they came from trees on the farm. They’d sanded and put polyurethane on the floors. It would have been criminal to stain these floors. Black walnut had a natural deep, rich look, darker than pine or oak, but not so dark as to make the space feel smaller. The refinished floors made a huge difference.

The interior had all new paint and the kitchen had been updated. They planned to tackle the bathrooms next. Once the interior was done, she would have them work on the exterior. The front porch had some wood rot, and she pointed out that the house needed a new roof and paint.

“I want to show you something special,” she said, with a little mischief in her eyes.

She took me to a back room where there were tall and long dressers and an armoire. They were in a shaker style, but whoever made them was a real artisan. The drawer fronts on the dressers all had been made from a single piece of wood. The grain matched from drawer to drawer. The long dresser had two columns of three drawers, the tall dresser had a single column of five.

The armoire was big. She opened it and showed me it was designed to be an entertainment center. The doors had pockets they could slide into so they disappeared.

“You can get a fifty-inch TV in there,” she said. “We had a couple of old trees that needed to come down. I made a deal with a local man to make these in exchange for the trees.”

“Who did you trade with?” I asked.

“The Mennonites have a sawmill, and they make furniture.”

“So this is all black walnut?” I asked.

“Yes, the old trees were big enough they were able to get wood wide enough to make these. He told me that it was rare to be able to do it this way anymore.”

“You got yourself some incredible furniture,” I said.

“No, these are yours. They’re making me some other things. I’ve asked them to also make a headboard to match.”

“I don’t have room,” I said, feeling bad they wouldn’t fit into my apartment.

“Your mom and I talked about it. I’ll store this here until you get a place of your own.”

“I really appreciate it,” I said.

I pulled her into my arms to hug her, and looked down at the gray hair on her head. Two things stood out for me like never before. The first was how much she loved her family, and me. The second was how incredibly smart and forward-looking she was. I know that when my mom and I clashed and Grandma stepped in to help us resolve our differences I’d found that she was someone I could go to for advice and love. This just reconfirmed that belief.

We then walked the farm and she revealed to me what all the plans were. She already had some goats. The orchards were being cleaned up. She showed me where the fields for produce would go in. They’d used walnut husks to cover the road back to the river. I’d no idea they could be used for that.

The county had approved a farm bridge so we could get to the fields on the other side. This summer they would put one in. Things were shaping up.

Sunday February 28

I ran and then went to church with my mom. Some dimwit college kid got up and said he wanted to go to Cancún over spring break to do missionary work. I blurted out “bullshit” without thinking. The congregation had a laugh when my mom grabbed my ear and marched me out like I was ten years old. When we got outside, she let go and started to laugh.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” she said through the laughter bubbling up from inside her. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing at that idiot and then at you calling him on it.”

“So why did you make me leave? I had questions to ask about which resort he planned to hold his prayer meeting in,” I said.

“You just answered your own question. Come on, let’s get home. Your uncle has that smoker and he’s bringing over ribs for lunch.”

That did sound like a plan.

When got home, we had to park on the street. I saw Wolf had Roc hard at work preparing the garden. I think Wolf just had a sixth sense about when we’d be serving good food. I came into the house and found the rest of the Pearson family had joined us. Greg and his family were in the living room with Peggy and Little David. Bandit had a new fan in Kyle. That boy loved kittens. Mac saw me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to Zoe.

“Horsey?” she asked, looking up at me with wide, pleading eyes.

“Did you make someone a promise?” I asked Zoe.

“Yeah, I think your niece needs a horseback ride this afternoon. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I think Zoe just wants you to help her with her chores,” Mr. Pearson said.

“I don’t mind,” I admitted. I really had absolutely no defense against two sets of innocent-seeming female eyes.

I introduced everyone to Paul, my driver and security for the day. Mom invited him to stay for lunch. He was happy he did. Uncle John had done beef ribs and a huge brisket. Everyone else had brought something. Grandma Dawson was the star. She made homemade ice cream. I hadn’t had that in forever, and had almost forgotten how good it was.

After lunch, I hooked Zoe up with my grandma. They talked about Zoe working on our farm. I found out later that her dad had told her he’d pay for college, but she had to earn her own spending money. She had some money saved, but wanted to earn more. I liked that she knew the value of a dollar and was willing to work to get it.

Kyle wanted to stay home and play with Bandit, so I took Mac with me to Zoe’s house. I don’t know how it happened, but I mucked stalls while she and Mac went for a horseback ride.

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Unicorn

“I do not have a companion anymore,” I told the organizer over the phone. “My husband left me for his secretary.”“I am sorry to hear that.” She sounded sincere.“May I come on my own?”“Of course.”“Won’t that throw your numbers out?”“We always welcome a unicorn. Besides, we cannot have the festival without our guest speaker.”“I am glad to hear that.”“I have just one question.”“Yes….?”“Will you participate?”“I would love to, if anyone would find me sexy enough.”“Oh, Dr. Valerie, you will blow them...

Swingers
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Junior YearChapter 5 Dont You Want To Share

Today marked the first day in which the guys and I started to get serious about the recruiting process. Our first step was to go to the Stanford – Northwestern game. We were interested in both Stanford and Northwestern for similar reasons. Academics were high on my list, and both schools had a lot to offer in that regard. I also felt that I wanted to play in one of the power conferences, because it would put me in position to play for a National Championship. Last year the ACC, Big 10, Pac-12...

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Junior YearChapter 10 Alpha Male Unleashed

When I got up, Duke and I went to the kitchen and found Mom and Dad making breakfast. Things had seemed to settle down some in the past couple of weeks, and this weekend was planned so they could have some alone-time without me under their feet. I had no idea what that meant; and, to be honest, I didn’t want to know. “I visited Tim in the hospital, yesterday. His surgery found more damage than they’d hoped. He won’t be able to play until next season,” Mom said. I’d seen the hit, and it had...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 7 Good Intentions

Zoe explained to me that we were picking up lunch and eating it at my apartment. Someone wasn’t leaving anything to chance today. I was happy when she let me get our lunch at the diner across from the hospital. I ordered us a box of chicken and, of course, a pie. I let Zoe pick it out, and she did an outstanding job. They had an apple pie with butterscotch sauce. The sauce was in a separate container, and they told us to heat both up and then pour the sauce over the top right before serving....

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 24 Goals Plans

I’d started to have weekly meetings with Caryn and Megan. They’d agreed to early Sunday afternoons if I gave them Friday afternoons off. I was entertained by their little work of fiction. They really didn’t have to work 40 hours a week yet. They were both on salary, so they were paid the same regardless of how many hours they worked. Mom and Dad told me that the two didn’t take advantage and seemed to get their work done, so I didn’t have any problems with it. My odd work schedule meant that...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 6 Amateurism

I got up excited about two things. First, Moose told me he had a surprise for me. I was to meet him at the Field House, first thing. Second, Brook had sent me a text and scheduled a ‘play date’. I worried that it was too cold out, but became confused when a subsequent text told me to bring my swimsuit. I was not doing a polar bear swim, even with Brook. I found Mom alone in the kitchen when I came in. “Congratulations,” she said, as I stuck my head in the refrigerator to figure out what...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 25 Baseball Playoffs Begin

After my run, I went to the kitchen and found Peggy looking worn out. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Coby’s waking up every couple of hours and I’m not getting much sleep.” “And you have finals coming up and your project. Do you need a break?” “I wish, but I’ve got a job that puts a roof over David’s and my head. Don’t worry about it. I’m just feeling sorry for myself,” Peggy said. “Tell you what, I’ll take them today, and you can catch up on your sleep and do whatever you want.” “I know how...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 12 Say My Name Say My Name

Tracy, Pam and Halle were waiting for me when I got to school. “Are you all right?” Tracy asked. I assumed she was talking about the alert Fritz had sent out. “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were all okay. I guess, if nothing else, it was a good thing that we tested it out.” “Did you know the girl?” Halle asked. “No, not really. I met her for just a couple of minutes. She seemed nice. It was terrible, what happened,” I said. Pam wrapped me in a hug and whispered in my ear. “Are...

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Lesbians and Unicorns

Lesbians and UnicornsSaturday - The Next DayThis is the sequel to ?Bound On The Town? and what happened the next day. However, it is a separate story unto itself. Briefly, I want to recount the events that got Lisa and me into the predicament we found ourselves in on that Saturday morning. In ?Bound On The Town,? my girlfriends and I were out shopping together, when the subject of some sort of public bondage adventure came up. Beth and Ashley dared Lisa and I to go to a lesbian bar, with our...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 26 Gold Medal Game

“You ready to learn something today?” Coach Way asked. He and I were in center field, and Coach Short was hitting balls to me. “Of course,” I said with a sideways look. “Here’s something I bet no one has ever told you,” he said, ready to lay some wisdom on me. “Have you ever been unsure whether or not a line-drive ball will drop in front of you?” There were times when that could be tricky. I just nodded in response. “Use the bill of your cap to help judge it. If the ball’s below the bill...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 15 Star Wars Effect

When we came back from church, it was just the three of us: Mom, Dad and me. We had a light lunch, and I joined Dad to watch the Bulls lose another game. That was when someone buzzed from the front gate. Dad switched the TV to see who it was, and it was Coach Diamond. I met him at the front door. “Hey, Coach, come in,” I said, and took his coat. While I hung it up, Dad greeted him and he took a seat to watch the game. “This isn’t a social call,” he said, getting down to business....

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 2 The Tale of Two Premieres

I’d set my alarm extra early because I had to be at the CBS This Morning studio by seven. It was snowing out, so I went down to the pool and swam. I really hated to run on a treadmill, so this was the best alternative for me. When I was done, I went to the little diner next to Tyler and Adrienne’s condo building to eat breakfast. I’d just finished when I received a text from Caryn to let me know our car was out front. The driver put my garment bag into the trunk, and I found it was just the...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 11 Put My Toe into the Political Pond

“Hola, Lily,” I said, as I plopped down in the seat next to her. “Hola jefe, es un placer verte.” (Hey boss, it is a pleasure to see you.) “¿Por qué ... uhm... tan formal?“ (Why ... uhm ... so formal?) “Hoy tenemos un examen,” Lily answered. (We have a quiz today.) “¡Hijo de puta!“ Lily giggled. She’d been teaching me to cuss in Spanish. “David!” Ms. Cruz reprimanded. “Uh... Lo siento,” I said, embarrassed I was caught. (Sorry) I found that, with Lily’s help, I was picking up Spanish...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 30 A Kiss to Build a Dream On

I drifted awake in a sea of warmth, feeling both languid and content. I was thinking of the exquisite feelings from last night when I started as I remembered who I’d spent the night with. That is if I hadn’t been dreaming. I sat up abruptly and looked around me. ‘Thank God,’ I sighed with relief. It had been a dream. The body keeping me warm was Duke. I picked up my phone and called Adrienne. “I had the best dream last night. It involved you and Kate.” “I wonder about you sometimes. I...

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Junior Golf

Junior Golf This is a sequel to "Golfing with Mom" and the "Ladies Invitational." That being said, a quick synopsis reveals that Danny, now living as Didi will be enrolled in the summer golf program at his/her mother's country club. Didi's new best friend and neighbor Sandy loves golfing with her new BFF Didi and can't wait for the golf program to start. Sandy had enlisted Didi to attend her own soccer camp the week prior. Sandy was the outstanding soccer player and Didi was more than...

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Junior YearChapter 21 Was it Something I Said

I got up to do my morning run. I asked the girl at the front desk what direction I should go. I didn’t want to end up in a bad neighborhood. She told me that if I ran towards where we went to dinner last night, there was a State Park called White River. Even though the Holiday Inn Express offered a complimentary breakfast, I wasn’t interested in what they had available, so she suggested a diner I could go to. I began my run and it took me by the football stadium. It was different than...

3 years ago
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Junior YearChapter 24 Nobody Taught Us to Quit

Two games in a row I’d been banged up. I thought about the previous two years, and this one had been far better. Our offensive line had improved and kept me safe most of the year. I knew that when I went to college that would be a major factor in selecting what school I planned to attend. Wherever I went there would always be a chance of injury, but I didn’t want to tempt fate. Each level you went up they were bigger, faster, and stronger, which translated to their hitting much harder. If...

4 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 19 Lists Plans Decisions

I woke up and was startled. I wasn’t used to someone in my bed, other than my trusty hound. Miranda had been staring at me while I slept. “I think this weekend was a mistake,” she said. “Why’s that?” “It made me realize what I’ve been missing. Watching you with your friends while you’re going to high school, and you’re still able do other things, made me wonder if I need to make some changes. My contract is up in a couple of weeks. It might be time to sit down and evaluate what I want out...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 19 Look Me In The Eyes

I’d spent the last few days being a kid. I talked Dad and Greg into going to the lake and breaking out the jet water board. I’d had a small twinge when I remembered this was where Jeff had drowned. Then I remembered this was where Coby had been conceived. I chalked it up to the circle of life and pushed all the negative feelings away. I’d also hit football practice hard. Both Wolf and Tim had taken the week off because football camp with the University of Michigan began today. I had one...

2 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 7 Think A Little Less

Peggy woke me up and made me run with her. I was in charge of pushing the boys in their running stroller. Duke must have been growing up because we saw three squirrels and he decided to let them live. Either that or Peggy had been getting through to him that dragging her across someone’s front lawn while she had the boys was not in his best interest. We went into breakfast and found that Mom had made sausage and eggs with hash browns. I was a happy boy because there was hot sauce. It was...

4 years ago
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Junior YearChapter 9 Know This Wersquove Noticed

When I got to school I saw Halle, Brook, Zoe and Pam all waiting on me. They all looked at me expectantly and I panicked. Who did I say hi to first? Did I dare kiss any of them? I held up my hand to stop them and had a brilliant plan: I called Beth. “Who died?” Beth asked when she answered the phone. “I don’t know, why?” I asked. “Someone had to die for you to call me this early.” “Oh, sorry. I’ll call back,” I offered. “Don’t you dare, ‘stupid boy’. Why did you call?” “I have four...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 27 Feminazis

I hadn’t planned to run this morning because we had our game against St. Joe today. That meant I could sleep in, or so I thought. I heard the door open and Duke bolted to go outside. Peggy told him to hurry up, and for some reason, he minded her. “What are you still doing in bed? Aren’t you running today?” “I have a game today and don’t want to tire out my legs.” “You should probably get some cardio,” she suggested. I really am a ‘stupid boy’ sometimes. I had no idea what she meant until...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 28 Banned from Walmart

Mom was subdued when I entered the kitchen. I just went up to her and held her. I didn’t say anything; nothing seemed right. She finally pulled back, still in my arms, and looked up at me. “David, you can’t know how proud of you I am. You account for far more of my grey hairs than you should, and there are times you act like the goofy kid I still want you to be, but you’re growing up. “Your dad and I talked a lot last night, and I understand why you handled those women the way you did. I...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 8 Whatrsquos Wrong With My Balls

Duke and I took the boys running in the morning. They seemed to enjoy the runs since it got them out of the house. Peggy had to finish writing a paper for one of her summer classes. I gave her a hard time about being a slacker. That was until she explained how much time the boys took up each day. That shut me up. I was impressed that she could handle raising the boys and going to school. I just seemed to be able to take off and assume everything was being taken care of. I vowed to spend more...

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Junior Goes to War Part of the Stopwatch SeriesChapter 2

To the Victor Goes the Spoiled There were only two further demonstrations of the might of the 'Two Mile Island Nation' necessary before America surrendered. A tactical nuclear missile strike was attempted. Eight hundred meters of Cheyenne Mountain, in Colorado, the cornerstone of American Defense was lifted ... shaken, and dropped back in the hole from where it had been. There were many dead. A second strike using a larger warhead was attempted. The Pentagon was removed ... well eight...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 4 Unmasked

I stepped out of my apartment and all but fell on my ass. Duke looked at me like I’d tried to kill him. It had sleeted yesterday and it froze overnight. I began to wonder why I hadn’t just stayed in LA. My part of the shoot had ended yesterday. The cast and production staff had a going-away lunch for me. I’d found several new friends, especially Zak. He was older than I was, but he was a lot nicer to me than Craig Wild had been. I really hadn’t figured out that all the hazing was just him...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 16 I Might be a Slut

Jet lag is a pain in the rear. It wasn’t this bad flying west. It had taken me a full day to get over the worst of it. When I went to Japan, it had lingered until about Wednesday before I’d reset my internal clock. When I got home, I felt exhausted and irritable. They call it circadian rhythm and it gets disrupted when you travel across multiple time zones. Your body clock, which is set by exposure to light, signals when it’s time to wake up and when it’s time to sleep. Saturday, I went to...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 14 Bitch Please mdash Itrsquos Your Birthday

When we arrived in Chicago, we went and got our suitcases from baggage claim. The flight to Japan left in two hours, so we went to the car and dropped off our gear. Paul and I had packed separate bags for Japan, which we grabbed. Paul looked at his phone. “They’re here,” he said, letting me know that everyone going to Japan had been dropped off. I gave my family hugs. “I loved this guys’ week. I can’t wait to see what you plan to top it next year,” I said. “We could go to the nudist...

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She Rides the Unicorn

Author’s Introduction This is my fourth submission to Literotica. I’m pleased with how I’ve been received, and the number of views. I’d like to see more comments and emails. Negative and positive comments are welcome. With four published books and a host of short stories, I don’t take negative comments personally. People are going to receive my work differently. I write across genres. Mostly, I call my work literary fiction. Fiction, of course, is the lie by which we tell the truth. My stories...

2 years ago
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The Unicorn

Introduction I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds were all the movement and noise this time of day allowed. I usually took this time to collect my thoughts and plan my day. But that...

4 years ago
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The Unicorn

Introduction I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds were all the movement and noise this time of day allowed. I usually took this time to collect my thoughts and plan my day. But that...

BDSM
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The Unicorn

Here it is, my contribution to the “Welcome To The New World” event. I hope you like it. I couldn’t believe he was gone. He was thirty-five, six years older than I was. Way too young to die. Then again, he didn’t die a natural death. He died a horrible miserable death on the streets of some third-world shithole, gunned down with several of the men he was trying to do business with. Turns out they weren’t the respectable businessmen they had led Steve to believe they were, but high-end drug...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 6 Too Close to Home

“What are you doing?” Bianca asked. “Sketching you,” I said, and showed her my drawing. The morning light and the image of her lying in my bed had inspired me to get out my sketchpad and pencils. “Can I have it?” she asked. I signed it and then tore it off the pad. It wasn’t complete, but you got the broad strokes. For goofing off, it was more than enough, as far as I was concerned. I heard the door open and wasn’t surprised when Cassidy came in. She took in the scene and gave me a...

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Junior Year

Hi all, Welcome to Mark’s Junior Year story. For full enjoyment, please read Freshman Year + Sophomore Year to understand. If you don’t have the time and want to jump right in, I’ll be adding a chapter soon of a recap of the first two years. This is the third instalment of the series and can’t wait to get it under way! You’ll find the find the first chapter in the chapters below.

4 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 26 Nut Shots

After our run, Peggy, Duke and I went to the kitchen to find Megan feeding Little David. I went and picked up Coby and kissed his forehead. “Good morning, Daddy,” Megan said. “How was he last night?” I asked. “I could almost set my watch by him waking up and fussing. He’s a good baby, though,” Megan said. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you being here. Getting a good night’s sleep is exactly what I need right now,” Peggy said. “That reminds me. I want to get you a thank-you gift,...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 20 Breakup Song DoOver

I’d made an appointment to meet with Coach Hope before football camp. I wanted to talk some sense into him concerning Phil, Yuri and Roc and their desire to come with me to Mexico. He’d said he might suspend them for the first game if they missed the first week of fall football practices. I thought I might bribe him, so I went to Granny’s West and picked up coffee and cinnamon rolls. I knew they always put me in a good mood, so I assumed they would for Coach, too. “If you have what I think...

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Junior Year Part IIInterlude 3

Author’s Note: This is from the Sophomore Year at the beginning of the Fall semester. Uncle John I look back and it’s hard to imagine that it’s been over a year since my nephew, David, came to spend the summer with me. When he arrived, he was a confused and angry young man. You might ask what teenager isn’t. I don’t know, but my sister-in-law may have been even more pissed than he was. My brother is a lucky man because he found Carol and they had two wonderful children. In many ways, I’m...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 21 Camp David

Duke nudged me to let me know he needed to go out. I looked at the clock and saw I’d only gotten four hours of sleep. At least he’d let me sleep in a little bit. When we went down, we found Precious had waited for him. While the two of them ran around the backyard, I went back up and put on my running gear. When I’d come down again, Duke had found his ball and decided that it had to come on our run. I didn’t feel like negotiating with him and let him take it. He led the way, and when we got...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 15 Master of the Universe

Cassidy woke me up. “Get up, get up, get up!” she said as she poked me in the ribs, and then noticed I wasn’t alone. Megan popped her head up and then scurried off to the bathroom. “You are a bad, bad boy,” Cassidy scolded. I cocked my head sideways. The only flaw in Cassidy’s logic was Megan had on the same clothes she’d had on last night. I tried to remember what had happened. We were drunk; well, I was drunk. Kent and Hana had gone to their rooms, or so I hoped. Megan made sure I got...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 5 Bang Yoursquore Dead

Bianca nudged me awake. “Hmm,” I grunted. “I know this is a completely irresponsible question, but ... where are my sister and Anabella?” “Last I saw them they were with this older guy. I’m sure they’re okay.” The protective big sister reared her ugly head. “Okay, okay, okay ... Fritz made sure they were put into cabs and sent home,” I explained. “I’m so dead,” she moaned. I pulled her to my chest and kissed her forehead. “Eva said you’ve been working really hard and needed a good...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 12 Circles of Trust

I stared at the ceiling, happy to be home. There was something to be said for sleeping in your own bed. Something was missing, though: my trusty hound. It had been too late last night to get him from the farm. I glanced at the clock and it was almost nine. I guess I’d slept in. I got dressed and went downstairs, where I found Precious sunning herself on our driveway. “Hello, evil cat. Did you miss your buddy?” I asked. She lifted her head and our eyes locked. I decided it was best to just...

4 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 25 Girlfriend Tryouts

Most everyone went back home today. I think it would be easier to count the ones that stayed: Mom and Dad, Brook, Halle, Zoe, Pam, Tracy, Beth, and Caryn. Caryn had arranged a charter to take the rest of them back. Tim and Wolf had called and gotten permission to miss a few days of two-a-days to come to watch me play. They’d get a full week of practice in next week and then school would start. I’d be back for the first day of school. I really didn’t mind that I would miss the grind of...

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Junior Year Ch 01

I. Moving In August in Missouri is always terribly hot, except when it rains, and then it is just bloody hot. It is constantly humid, some of the worst humidity the North American continent can muster. He may have bitched about it a lot, but really, Logan didn’t mind too much. The heat and humidity just meant that all summer long, the girls wore really short shorts and mid-riff baring tank tops and cute little sandals. He didn’t want to know if it was over a hundred degrees on the day they...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 20 Threersquos A Crowd

Traveling to London with Rita James was an experience I’ll never forget. When we landed after the seven-hour-plus flight, and with the six-hour time change, it was about 11:00 a.m. All I wanted to do was go to bed and get about eight hours of sleep. Rita made me go to the men’s room to wash my face and change my clothes. She reminded me of her lovely daughter who had picked out my wardrobe for me when I lived in LA. Jeans and a t-shirt weren’t cutting it if I was to be seen with her. I put...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 18 Thunder

Miranda getting out of bed woke me up. When the shower started, I followed her into the bathroom. She’d just started to wash her hair when I stepped in behind her. “Let me,” I said. She had a shampoo-and-conditioner-in-one that smelled like strawberries. I put that away and got out my supplies. Someone needed to educate this poor girl. Mine smelled of ginger. Adrienne had turned me on to Paul Mitchell’s Awapuhi, or Wild Ginger, shampoo and conditioner. I used it during the winter months to...

4 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 10 That Guy

I came downstairs to run and found my mom and Paul drinking coffee with Melissa. “Sit,” Mom ordered. “What was last night about, and what the hell is ‘redneck crazy?’ From what I heard, you may very well be more than my ‘stupid boy,’ and we’ll have to get your head examined.” Oh, boy! “Pam basically told me she wanted more out of me. I guess it was my ingrained ‘do the right thing’ upbringing that kicked in. If Pam wants to marry me and we bring up Coby as a couple, I’m willing to do...

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Junior Year Part IIChapter 21 Cheeseburger in Paradise

The change in weather was welcome. We left fifty-degree weather to arrive to a high of eighty-five today. I stopped at the hotel gift store, bought sunscreen, and then met everyone for breakfast. A couple of preteens wanting autographs stopped me on the way to our table. The Star Wars effect was still in force, no pun intended. “I just got a text. All our gear just arrived at the boat,” Brook said. Brook had arranged for most of our stuff to be shipped ahead of time. Neither of us really...

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Junior Year

Your name is Greg Smith and it's your junior year of high school at midtown high and today is the first day of school. You are so stupid that you have been held back and are eighteen years old.

Teen
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 16 All These Things That Irsquove Said

The day I dreaded was finally here. I had to tell my two ex-best friends the truth of what had happened to them that caused our friendships to fall apart. Looking back, a lot of it was my fault. I’d brought Brandon into our midst. I’d trusted my lawyers when they recommended him to be my PA and help with recruiting. I’d been too trusting and not looked into why he’d left Harvard. Since then I’d requested that Caryn make sure everyone had a background check. I even made them check into people...

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Junior Year Part IIIChapter 9 Redneck Crazy

We were all told to meet at the Embassy Suites in shorts and t-shirts. I’d put my game uniform and gear into a duffle bag. Most of the guys had done the same, but a few still had their uniforms in the clear plastic bag they’d been given them in yesterday. We were ushered into a large ballroom where we were met by all the coaches and staff. We were then assigned teams. I was put on the team called Pride, along with twelve other boys. Once the teams were announced, our coach pulled us all...

3 years ago
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Junior Year Part IIChapter 17 Do You Know Who I Am

Today was the primary election. Polls showed that the governor and Senator Dixon were well ahead of their challengers. Bev Mass was actually down a couple of points. A white police officer shooting a young black man with a history of mental illness was too much for the people of Cook County. If the officer had waited for the Taser unit, which had been called, this would have been a nonevent. To shoot the man sixteen times was too much, as far as I was concerned. Bev agreed and had the officer...

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