I've been vaulting like shit."That was the truth. Since her fight with Peter almost a month ago, she hadn't been worth much of anything, in gymnastics...or school. I'd told Mom about the fight with Peter, though not what it was about, and convinced her to give Traci some space to work it out.Now I was ignoring my own advice.I ignored her comment, smiled at her, then walked up to the vaulting table and announced her vault to the judges.Traci's run reminded me of a bull moose after a twelve-pack of. Irene accepted them all. She left all that was dear to her. She invited punishment. L.A. was her penitence. So was the decision to keep the baby.My love for her made me feverishly search for reasons to keep us together. In the end I leaned on the scales and made them balance in favor of my love.But at our goodbyes, I could not hold on to that. I just couldn't seem to stop nursing my big, stupid ego.A week after Irene left, Mary called me. She told me Phil had died. She was very cool about it. I. I can feel it pulsing through his cock, spurting out and hitting my cunt walls. All the sensations magnified as his orgasm sends me right back into another. Not quite down from the previous, I am flying, again. Higher this time. Desperately holding onto my mind, my being, as my body is now owned and no longer mine to control. The orgasm owns me and carries me, leads me through shocks of impulse sensations coursing through me. Then … I just collapsed.I didn’t pass out completely, I just. That was why I sent a text to Ari. If anyone could get Isabel’s number for me, it was him.“And you’re fine if Ridge and I invite some of our teammates?” Bill asked.“Just don’t overdo it. We might want Zak to invite us to more parties in the future,” I suggested.I saw my dad motion for us to get back with the group. We were ready to see USC’s football facility, the John McKay Center.It seemed that all the top football programs we had visited had new football facilities. Ohio State had spent a.