We got along really well together. When my dad died, he helped – a lot. He became like a big brother to me, and I loved him as one. But then why, wh...n he put his arm around me did I get butterflies. Why, when he released me did I yearn for him to replace it? ‘Hello? Ronnie?’ I heard Michael say. Interrupting my thoughts, I saw people were already starting to get on the bus. Michael’s friend Riley took my suitcase off me to pack it with the rest. Climbing on the bus, I looked around for a seat.. "Michael Patterson Lawrence! " Mom was mad now. I always get addressed by my full name when she blows a fuse. "You keep your dirty mind to yourself and off your sister!" That made it sound even worse, but she wasn't done. "I know young boys have a hard time controlling themselves, but so help me, I will make you regret it if you cause any problems at Thanksgiving!"I grumbled and felt like I'd been set up. Of course my bitchy older sister was always so innocent, while I was the degenerate. . And nudity and sex do not always go together. Trust me, when it’s time for business, I’ll react exactly as you want me to! But forget that. The most important thing to do now is figure out what you want to do with Chris. Just relax and let the steam work its magic.”Cindi took my advice and we sat quietly for another fifteen minutes. I used the time to think about the situation with Charlie, Callie, and Bert. The idea of cheating had never crossed my mind, even in the toughest classes that I’d. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the office. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the night. For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the night. The first slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of .