Commuters paid about twenty seven thousand. I was not going to school for free. Randolph University’s Department of Athletics treated student-athlet...s as if they were property rather than human beings. Someone ought to tell them that slavery has been outlawed since the late 1800s. I swear, if the media knew how they treated us, there would be an outcry. Or maybe there wouldn’t be. According to the school administrators, us student-athletes had it easy and shouldn’t complain. In fact, we should. That when I noticed that my wirst was bondaged up. I looked around the room to find out where I was. I found a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. I put them on and headed put the room. I could not find no window to look out of. The hallway was long as hell with endless doors. I started to feel weak and tried and when I turn around there he stand looking at me with a smile on his face."What are you doing out here?" he said." Why?" was all I can say before passing out again. When I woke up again,. With Ryan out of the picture for the next year, it soon became just me and Sandy sitting at the dining room table eating or watching TV or running around town finding something to entertain us. Sandy would pick me up at the Academy and bring me out for the entire day on Saturdays and Sundays, and when I couldn't make it, she seemed genuinely disappointed.One Friday night I caught a ride into town to go watch the local porn movies. There were three full-length XXX-rated films showing and after. In 20 seconds she returned with a pipe, a small metal cylinder, her tits jiggled as she returned in all their naked splendor. My sister had perfect breasts, round full cones and dark pink nipples. "Let me lite up then you can feel me up."Her words were like a wave and washed over me. I gloated with success. "Tits really don't mean anything, for this much Kona you could have fucked me for the next year, you know what this shit is worth?"Chris filled her pipe, and sat on my bed, lite her small.