It was now about eleven-thirty. I pulled up and one of the cheerleaders, a buxom brunette, came up and guided me to one of two cleared spots in the pa...king lot and instructed me to raise the windows. I followed her instructions and then stepped out of the car, heading to an awning covered table where several others were currently resting. As I arrived and sat down, I could hear a couple of the parents calling the girls holding signs to come back for lunch.There was only one other car currently. ‘I gather she talked you into it then?’ she asked as she entered the room. Izzy groaned. ‘Yes! She just wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed.’ ‘Perhaps it’ll do you some good?’ Mrs Parkinson suggested hesitantly. ‘Oh well it’ll only be for a week or two…’ She got up of her bed and started to pull clothes out of her wardrobe, she stopped suddenly to glare down at the small pile of clothing. ‘What on earth am I supposed to take with me?’ she ground out in disgust. ‘Well… jeans and trousers. Daddy thought it would begood for me to get into some manly thing like football or basketball.What I really had in mind was gymnastics or maybe take a ballet class.At the start of the 7th grade, Daddy made me try out for football. Hesaid it would make a real man out of me. That was for the fall semester.Then for the spring, he made me go out for baseball. I wasn't very goodat either one but since the teams were for boys just starting out inthose sports, I made the team both times.I never did. We wouldfool around being cheeky with one another in a familiar but innocentway!We stopped together outside the youth club door, our warm breathcausing wispy trails in the cold night air. The others in our groupmove off down the street, the bubble of silly chatter and laughingfading into the distance. We look together at there backs as they ambleon not noticing we weren't with them. Suddenly the big lad grabs me,wrapping his huge arms around mine, pinning them against my sides, bearhug style!.