Mom and dad always work, leaving Tracy and I to fend for ourselves. That's how committed they are to their careers. And then there's Tracy. She spends...most of her time riding around on her skateboard with her grungy guy friends. Tracy is in her final year of high school and her grades are going to hell. I wouldn't be surprised if they held her back. As for me, I'm in my second year of college. I don't know what I'm going to major in yet, so I'm just taking the essentials for now.Anyway, getting. Ryan could hardly hear the team introductions over the noise. Each school seemed determined to drown out the announcer. What little Ryan did hear were the names “Tom” and “Nathan”. The latter he already knew, the tall, dishwater blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, his slender features turned into a glower. He glared at Cat and Ryan at turn. Ryan had no doubts that he saw a victory in game as vengeance for his humiliation before he transferred schools.The other boy, Tom, was not quite what he. “Maybe she does. But don’t sell yourself short.” He noticed everyone’s quizzical looks. “Doesn’t translate well, huh? Treb, everyone can have a good idea. Just because you haven’t seen as much combat as your mother and me, doesn’t mean you can’t contribute. And if you don’t have anything to say, learn what you can from us. If you can do that, someday you’ll be even better than we are.”The boy’s eyes widened. “You really think so?”John smiled. “If you listen close, and learn, sure. Your mother. Mark took that moment to turn towards the mirror at his left which reflected the back of his dress from the other mirror. His mom was gone for some number of minutes and Mark took that time to admire or at least look at his outfit in more detail. He almost wished he was wearing the panties."OK, I've got three pair based on your sizes. Helen recommended these socks." Mark's mother said interrupting Mark's gaze. He blushed a little getting caught like that and hoped his mother hadn't noticed him.