? Karen said with a cruelly sarcastic tone. Then she picked up the ball and grinded it into Amanda’s face. ?That’s # 3 ?red team’s choice? t...ey of course picked Amanda’s gym shorts. Amanda’s ?teammates? had been waiting enthusiastically for Amanda’s next round of pain. They gleefully started whipping Amanda’s tight little butt as Amanda squealed in agony. As the last girl took her turn at whippingAmanda, Bernadette blew the whistle to start the next round before Amanda was even to her. "You know what I was doing," he said."Yeah, I know WHAT you were doing, but WHY were you doing it just then? I mean, right after practice and all." I don't want to talk about it," growled Bob as he spotted a ball and dug it out. He approached Tiffany's waving ass. One of her hands came through her legs and he handed her the ball. She set it down. "OK, Coach," he heard her say. He flipped up her skirt. There were those damn cotton panties again. What the hell! He slapped his hand up against her. Forty-one years-old, wearing a dog collar and had a leash on. A dogbowl sat on the floor beside her, both within the closet by herlaundry room.Two of Brian's friends were in the other room, skateboard dorks,laughing and throwing me thumbs up for delivering Lizzy to them.Brian proudly showed me his pathetic mom, a puddle of her own urinewas in the corner.Anger welled up within me."Isn't she supposed to be at work?"Brian laughed evilly. Was he stoned? "We are just having a littlefun. Right. "My--God--!" he exclaimed, staring over me as though I were as though realizing a long dreaded bad dream and after a long pause he looked away, and my chest sank but then he looked back at me as though in suspended dismay taking my weight and look anew. Almost if reaching in a daze, his fingers haltingly touched my nylon cornsilk locks while his other hand rested my ivory-filmed knee as though trying affirm my tangible reality and accept my lying image."My God Jesus!" he murmured aloud with a.