You see my father was not a good human being, probably caused by his own childhood.The Hell he was raised through he transferred to me as if the origi...al sin wastrue. It went to be a reality for me, any way. It all began slowly and I grow into it. As all children are, I was at my Daddy'smercy from the very beginning to the end. He raised me, formed me and gave memy thoughts and references and codex and he reduced my will. Children have noability to choose there parents and have only to accept. We knew about your tournament all the while but the old man used to brag we’d never let the world down, that his ‘rule’ was eternal and they’d never forget. ‘Well, the monkeys showed him. He’s back home now with the kid and his cohorts, nursing wounds and cut off completely. I stayed. Better than fire and while they stopped worshiping him, they never forgot me. See, he did so many rotten things no one could keep his name in line with good, but since he worked so hard to tie my name to evil,. You've been faking it all of these years!" I said."Darnell don't torture yourself. Like I say, you can get off once in a while. Have me, and I promise to make it nice for you," she said."Mercy," I said."Huh?" She looked questioningly at me."A mercy fuck, maybe once a month if I'm good that's what I get. That's what you mean when you say I can get off once in a while. Well, what if I go out and get me a girlfriend, you know to get myself off more often?" I said, finally starting to stand up for. “Damn, coach,” one of the players says. “Lady Killer,” another laughs. I roll my eyes as I continue walking. “I’m glad I don’t have to spend another bus ride with you dumb asses,” the Coach says. “Take your bags, get into your cars and go home. I’ll see you at practice next week.” *** I’m about to open the door to my black Camero when a hand stops me. “Sorry about the boys,” the voice says. I look up and see Isaiah; he’s even more attractive up close. He has big, brown eyes, dark tanned.