I keep thinking things that freak me out. What if it doesn’t work tomorrow? My junk, I mean. What if I can’t get a boner when I NEED to? But my mo...m. She’s like totally hot so Ijust have to hope, is all.I think my little brother Darryn, is already jealous that I’m the one that’s sixteen tomorrow. What he doesn’t understand is the pressure they’re putting me under and it’s not like I can talk to my buddies about it. But this writing thing to prepare myself is really helping me. It’s TMI but I got. I lost the bet when I lost the match.It seems my friend David got better in wrestling...all those years away he was practicing while I was not. That one day when we were back from college everyone was gone from David's parents house, I was over and we sat there reminiscing our matches and we were looking at his trophies. We teased each other how better we were than the other and since I won the last one well it was only fitting that I had that privilege, David said," okay let's do it, I want a. .I guess it worked out."Mitch emerged with his pajama bottoms on and his suit pants foldedneatly over his arm, having thrown the rest of his ensemble into thehamper that resided in the lavatory. He hung the pants on the suit rackas well, then stopped and kissed my forehead. "It did. And thankgoodness, because I really didn't want to leave."My jaw dropped. "Then why did you let me say anything!?"He smiled. "Because I love you and because it was important to you to behonest with them."I was still. Looking around more than I had during the march I realised that many of the women were of older age — I seemed to be the youngest one there. There weren't any pretty fine girls, only strong looking, and broad shouldered women."What are you standing there for, girl, looking as if you have just seen the day for the first time?" a husky woman said.I jumped and looked down at the woman who was two heads shorter than me, but whom looked so much stronger. "I'm sorry?" Come on, give me a hand with the.