'Now what to do?' she thought. She decided to wait it out a bit. 'If he did come out, she could easily hide in the darkness. She found an old trunk to...sit on. It smelled all dusty and dank down there and her feet were cold from the hard floor.A mouse scurried out and ran over her foot. 'Oh my God!' she thought and almost fainted. 'Only a little mouse.'She waited it out for about half an hour then decided to see what was going on. She listened for awhile close to the door behind the racks of. She said get your fucking sissy ass up and to the bedroom now. She followed super close behind me and closed the bedroom door after we entered. I felt her hand wrap around the back of my neck hard. She pushed me towards the bed, making me fall on to my stomach, and she slapped my ass with such force you could tell she was well practiced in this. I couldn't help but let out a groan of pain and she smacked me again just as hard. I myself was astonished at how fast this was happing and that it was. They were all in tees and gym shorts sitting perfectly. I walked along the row looking at the names.Janice Koons, Becky Goodwin, Lisa Brownly, Sly Jamison, Erica Westville, and Glenda Norris were the six girls that had come back."Janice and Becky, Lisa and Sly, and Erica and Glenda are partners tonight," I said. "You may stand and follow me."I led them to the class room. It was my intention to have an open forum about expectations. I opened the door let them in and when I looked back two of. She, herself, could drop a corner kick five feet from the net.Her assistant wasn’t as qualified, but was happy to help, cheering the girls on, reminding them to stay inbounds, talking up tournaments.“Not until you see the ball in the air,” I’d say about a crossover, hoping they thought I’d known that before hearing Barb say it.Win or lose, our girls were learning about working hard, thinking ahead, seeing themselves as winners. A few more years and they’d be off to college, probably done with.