She started putting all thatstuff in the pink waste paper basket and brought it all to my bathroom.Now I was definitely curious. I walked back to my b...throom behind Motherand when she started putting those things in my bathroom drawers, Istarted asking questions.Mother informed me that one of our neighbor's daughters was going to getmarried, and I knew right away which one. She also informed me that I wasto be a bridesmaid in the wedding. Mother then asked if I knew why I wasinvited to be a. . tighter... I pulled back up, but couldn't maintain it... my legs sank down again, the stretching worse this time, pulling my distended scrotum down tighter and tighter.Suddenly I couldn't do it any more, and my legs gave way. The strap jerked hard, and my testicles felt the sudden full weight of my legs and the concrete weight on the spreader bar. I screamed again, in pain and frustration.Pain flooded my hips and then my lower abdomen. It rapidly increased, until I had to try to lift my legs. ’ ‘OK’ they both said in stereo. Too weird… We continued hauling things inside. Casey was a big help, with my bed and other heavy things, to carry them upstairs. I noticed that most of the heavy furniture and the beds felt lighter than they should. My working out has really helped. We both helped dad do the same with their stuff. By three o’clock we were finally finished. We were so busy putting up stuff we didn’t talk much until the truck was cleaned out. ‘We’re going up to my room to get me. ’ I said. ‘If it wasn’t for him, I’d have drowned.’ ‘That’s why the coach said we all owe him.’ said Ellen. (I’d finally learned to tell them apart. Nancy was right handed and Ellen was a lefty). ‘She said that you are going to be real important to the Cheer squad because you’re a gymnast.’ ‘At least I’m good for something.’ I said with a grin. ‘I’ve been taking gymnastics classes for 6 years. My mom got me started in it by teaching me her stretching exercises when I was 5, and working with me.