He'll go to the Sheriff's Office with you, and..." Coach! Are you crazy, man! He hates my guts. Yours, too." No, Cal, he doesn't hate me. He's trying ...o help me. He found me a better job, one that pays twice as much as the convenience store job. And he ... Ah, hell, Cal. We read Coach all wrong. He's a good guy. If he'll help me; he'll help you. And he won't let your dad tear into you." Humph, Coach is big, but my dad is mean to the bone and he won't fight fair. If he has to, he'll take it to. My mother was waiting on outside of the water for me to finish. “Can you get my back for me mom?” I said.“Sure baby, hand me the soap.” I handed her the soap and she stood behind me and began to wash my back. She started at my shoulders, slowly making circles with soap down my back and back up again. She repeated this process a couple more times before she said. “Okay, now it's my turn.” I rinsed off real fast and stepped out of the water to let my mother wash up. She did as I had done and. Back home we argued again. I tried to convince Monica I that I wasreally a guy this morning. I was stating all the chicks that I hadfucked while in college and about the soccer team in which I was a starstriker at college. Monica was more subtle and just took the feasibleevidence.* My driver's license: Name Alexis Mossman, Sex: F* Pictures of my supposed youth in skirts and with ponytails* Pictures of the girls hockey team at college, with the girl I lookedlike now staring in the team shirt and. She had brown hair, a perfectly toned face, amazing lips, enormous melon like breasts. 5’2″ in height, so was short for me. She was a little bomshell aunty as you all would have looked at her.She was wearing a tight red top and a light blue jeans. When she turned around, all I ever noticed was how amazingly shaped her ass was and how thin her legs were. She must definately be working out to have such a hot body, i thought to myself….so back to when i was in the car…Half an hour later we were.