. Cheerleading was always worse than rocketscience for me and now here I am! I couldn't understand what they weresqueaking cause cheering pitch was to... high. Then their jumps and splitsand cartwheels and... and... they all had their individual names. Iprobably could learn Mandarin faster than anything cheer-ish. Anyway, Icould go home immediately after..."Cheerleaders don't forget your practice starts at five Monday-Thursdays.Except for today because of tryouts." Oh, that's good.The class ended. ? she said ?I want it to hurt.? ?You sure?? He asked. It was hard to tell if there was any concern or sympathy in his voice or not. Mira was certain that she didn’t deserve any regardless. ?I’m sure. Don’t take it easy on me. I want it to hurt.? ?Ok.? Paul’s voice was so even and calm, but Mira could still detect the tone of anger. It wasn’t obvious, but it was there. Just like it had been in Veronica’s. Not a rage that would cause someone to yell or fly off the. ’ She didn’t stop her delightful activity, but I could tell she liked my approach. ‘Oh Cass, oh Cass, oh, oh, oh, god noooowwww,’ Jill wailed as she climaxed. ‘Harder, Jack, harder,’ Cass commanded as she was now released from her ministrations. ‘Here it comes!’ ‘Jack, yes, yes, yes, yeeesssss.’ Cass fell forward, her head in Jill’s lap, her body vibrating. I sat back on my heels and then slowly rolled to my side. I looked over at Nan for the first time since I pulled the cushions down. She was. “It’s a shared responsibility,” I said.“Well, I hope all three of you plan to spend some time here in Nebraska this summer. I want to make sure my boy hasn’t bitten off more than he can chew.”“Mom!”We talked for about ten more minutes and Dad told Mom he’d call her back in a little while. We went up to the hotel rooms and I opened my room door and then handed the key to Dad.“I suppose you’ll be spending the night ... elsewhere?” he said.“Yeah. We’re right next door.”“Well, it looks like a comfy.