The boys called me a slut, the girls called me loose. I would have moved to a different school, but there was no way I could tell my parents about wha...t I’d done, and anyway doing so would be admitting defeat. Better to hold my head up high and keep what little of my dignity remained, than to slink away like a spanked puppy. That didn’t mean I didn’t break down from time to time. I spent more time crying during the two weeks after Paul sent the pics out than I had since I was an infant, I guess.. Anyway, they were the leading varsity doubles team and they were better at tennis than I could ever dream of being. Now on to the story. After a seriously intense practice, the 3 of us were heading back to the showers, chatting along the way. We were all sweating buckets, and ready to hit water and wash the dirt from our bodies. Manny and Luis stopped at their lockers to pick up their street clothes, and I continued through the shower room to mine, which was around the corner. After about 2. It was funny but my father said that in order to immigrate to the United States you would have to be able to prove that you didn't need to. You had to have money, skills and a prospect for a job. So my father did what millions of other Mexicans did and came to this country illegally.My parents first settled in Texas and my father worked as a laborer in the oil fields. That is where I was born. I am a U.S. citizen because I was born in this country. In a few years the price of oil dropped and. You’re my knight in shining armor.” A wide smile had spread across her still dripping face, as she said, “Let’s go, Sir Galahad!” "Your wish is my command, M-Lady." The rain was still pouring down when they pulled into the drive at Michael’s home. Laughing loudly, they ran from the car to the small covered porch. As he got his door open and they stepped in, Michael pointed down the hallway. “The shower is through the bedroom and on the right. You’ll find my robe behind the door.” Catherine.