” I said. “I have a sprained wrist.” “But hey I have to go to work so I will talk to you on break.” “Okay.” I never got a call from him....A few days went buy where we did not talk that much. Then I got a phone call. “Hey come over.” Josh said. “I am on my way.” When I got there he opened the back day and he sat on the computer with me on his lap. He started to kiss my neck and the cat kept on jumping on us as well as his dog. Finally he picked me up and carried me to his room where we watched. Sam locked eyes with her for a moment then pulled down on the chain causing her to lean forward. He kept powering her until she was forced to kneel, then he pushed the back of her head so she toppled forward, bracing herself on her hands which she was barely able to spread apart like butterfly wings with her wrists locked together by the tape. Sam walked away for a moment and she waited silently, not daring to move or make a sound. A minute or so later when he returned she felt something. The band was playing and the announcer was yelling into his microphone as I ran over to hand the ball to the ref.When I turned toward our sideline - there stood Clay Connor - blocking my path. Three of the refs were running our way when I looked around. I was determined not to let him make me lose my temper and cause me to get a penalty.I sidestepped Connor, taking one step past him, before he grabbed the sleeve of my jersey and jerked me around by my right arm, “Dalton, you got by me that. He's a lawyer with a pretty big firm and he recently got married to a lawyer in the same practice but from New York City. They've known each other for a while and really got serious about a year and a half ago. So, I have a stepmother now, Julia, and she's really very pretty.The wedding was two weeks ago and it was where I met Julia's daughter, Samantha or 'Sam'. She's two years older that I am (I'm fourteen, she's sixteen) and, like her mom, she's very pretty, blond and as tall as I am.They.