. especially to me seeing as i am a big guy weighing in at about 280 pounds. The skill guys like the quarterback and wide receivers had their own loc...er room and the linemen had their own locker room, which happened to be right beside the girls locker room. I'm usually one of the last one out because i like to take long showers especially after getting sweaty and grimy after a good day of practice. But today there was about four of us left, we were all still getting undressed because coach had. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some. We were back to our normal routine and life was great. Then, one night in March when we were talking on the phone, Randy was acting strange. He kept singing some little tune saying, “I’ve got something to tell you.” I thought he was just singing something but after he said it the fourth time, I asked him if he was trying to tell me something or just singing? He finally confessed that he did want to tell me something. So, I told him to go ahead. After several minutes of silence and apologizing,. "Stay awake," Sherry said. "Angela and I are coming to you. You'll need to be conscious to guide us." I can do that," I said, but I wasn't as positive as I tried to sound. I knew one thing for sure. I needed to stop the bleeding. I looked around for something to use as a tourniquet. The dead rapist was wearing a belt. It was already unbuckled. I ripped the belt away from his pants, which was a struggle. When it was finally free, I wrapped my leg with it above the cut and tightened it as much as.