She was very close with her teammates to the point that they gave eachother nicknames and the nickname my mom was given was "MAD DOG" for her aggressi...e style of play. To this day they keep in contact with eachother on facebook, sharing family photos and even putting their monikers in between their names(ex. Amanda "MAD DOG" Newton) on their profiles. They even have their own facebook group where they post photos of their high school days. One day I went out to her car to help her bring the. I’m not moving,” I said. I couldn’t lose the only things that made my life bright. That house anchored me to school and my friends. Harold sold my mother, he wouldn’t do the same with everything else I loved. “I can’t move, not now. I want my house.”“I need to be paid, and the house is his, not yours. Funny how he’s willing to sell your ass before his house.”Bete had a point, and it gave me the beginnings of an idea. As far as I knew, Harold was free and clear on the house. I needed something. The game was sensory overload with all these women to admire whilst I tried to play volleyball. It was low key and fun, I was very impressed with Jen, her effortless play, she made it look so fucking easy, such great control and her body from across the net was priceless. Myself and my women teammate had loads of fun, high-fiving and such, Tonya even slapped my ass at one point which was interesting. I didn’t mind and luckily Jen didn’t notice. My team ended up winning 11-9 but instead of. ”“Not smart, Tiger.”“That’s what Al said as well, though he didn’t call me ‘Tiger’!” I said with a laugh, echoed by Jessica. “He told me I was dumb. Kara had called him when I left over her protests. He checked me out again and didn’t see anything wrong. He told me to see Doctor Kulczycki for a complete physical, which I did. No issues there, either. But that was later.“Anyway, I went down to have some breakfast and my little sister let the cat out of the bag about Carla and Rachel. I’d kept it.