Even with his jersey and pads on, Kristen could clearly see his broad chest, and his legs and arms bulged with muscles."Tyrone Black was the leading r...sher in the state of Ohio for the past 4 years! Let's give Tyrone a big welcome to Whitehill!" Everyone cheered wildly, but Kristen just stared.In Whitehill tradition, each cheerleader was randomly assigned a starting player on the football team. That cheerleader would wear his number to all games and would "represent" him. Kristen had been. Secretly, I didn’t want him to behave.Once in his room, Jack and I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling while Radiohead’s The Bends played softly in the background.“I’m glad you came over Sara. I wanted to see you so bad,” Jack said after a long silence.I turned to face him. His eyes were on me. “I’m glad I came over. I wanted to see you too.”He reached over and touched my face. “What am I going to do with you? You could possibly be my sister but I want you so much...” His words trailed off. He had a clean slate before that. Technically speaking it wasn’t a statutory violation. If I had have been writing on the walls, I would have been busted for sure. No prizes for me. The thing is, blow jobs hadn’t been written into the university’s rules and regulations, so I had to report to Mr LeMay and see what happened. The thing is, the Principal is on the panel that judge all the Cheerleader awards. His vote carries double the weight of any other judge, so get a four from him and you're. But now you have to act. Now is not the time to bother with scruples. Alfred will have to bend everybody towards his goals."She didn't have to say more. We both knew that nothing short of full mind control would do the trick. It remained to be seen whether Alfred and Jake could deliver.When Alfred rejoined us – he was tactful enough to ring the door bell – there could be no doubt. He was all smiles and full of confidence. Jake, he said, had been reluctant to go all the way but was swayed by.