“You like playing dare chicken, don’t you?” Mom replied to Mandy. When Mandy didn’t understand the term “Dare chicken”, she explained. “...When you two little cunts in the back were first talking about your training, you made a little bet. If one of you disobeys and refuses an order then you don’t graduate my training, and you stay in discipline for the school year, I think it was?” she asked.I made that bet because I thought I would have no problem winning. My mom shot that down and made us have. “Nothing.” He groaned and tried to cover it with a hand.I plucked it easily away from his slow attempt. It was a handwritten note. The penmanship was excellent. A knife cut my heart, reading it.“Three days of shit in your veins means one thing, Fag Wad. You’re gonna need more, and I’m gonna give it to you. I don’t want your fucking money. I’ll dose you for free, any time you want, unless if I think it’ll kill you. You ain’t getting away that easy. Those joneses you’ll have to sweat out. You’re. "Well", she huffed, "I don't like it! I'm dressed up and you show uplooking like you slept in your clothes!" A small smile crossed his face."Maybe I did," he said mischievously.A look of abject horror crossed the woman's face. "What, you've been with another woman?" she asked dumbfounded.Chris nodded. "Yeah, I have," he said. "It was great!" he added with a smile."But, but -" "But what?" he said.The woman took a deep breath and sighed. "That's so against the rules!" she snapped.Chris chuckled.. If you decide not to do it, I either need to find someone else or let them know so they can get replacements.”“Let us talk about it and we’ll let you know today,” Yuri said.“I don’t need to think about it. I’m in,” Phil said.Roc sat in thought for a moment, then looked up at me.“If we brought a few footballs along, do you think we could make some time to work on routes and timing? At least that way, I could tell Coach Hope that was one of the big reasons I decided to head down there with.