The Family Feud III

Chapter Nineteen
Nuh-Nuh Nineteen

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1

The following is excerpted from Jamie Taylor’s E-Journal account of a typical day in her life. It is presented to you with some edits for readability as the phone she used to journal with was missing for a large part of this event. This account is Jamie’s perspective of events that took place on the Friday of her first week of training. This excerpt begins after she has dressed and ran out of the bathroom, to get to her fourth period class.

OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD! Where is my phone? I couldn’t stop wondering how much deep doo-doo I am going to be in if I lose my phone. On top of that, the pictures I am supposed to send every day! These were good pictures too, I was thinking daddy might even give me a gold star for Dave and his friend’s contribution. (He didn’t have to know I didn’t encourage him, but the experience was done and over, no reason I shouldn’t benefit from it, right?).

I am so going to get it when I get home, if I can’t get the phone back. I am sure Sheldon has it. If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get to Health class I wouldn’t have ran out of the bathroom without it. I still feel like I smell like pee, even though I did my best to wash myself in the sink. Isn’t it ironic they call that a ‘whore’s bath’?

I am SO in hot water, if I can’t track him down. I finally have a class with my brother next period. He will know what to do!

What a surprise to me that I used to think he was useless, but as far as plans go, he will come up with one, I just know it!

For now, all I can do is sit here with my legs spread apart like a stupid slut and smile at Mistress like I am an idiot. I am scratching down these notes on binding paper, so I can put them in my journal later. I would write down the crazy sick dream I just had. Staying up all night at the fair is starting to get to me, couple that with not eating right and I am downright exhausted. I am not thinking straight.

That is why I chalk up the dream about Degrassi junior high to just frazzled nerves, lack of sleep and good diet. Why else dream about Holly J pulling Jimmy around by his wheelchair, like a show pony while he smacks her pale behind with a crop? Only a twisted bitch would document a dream that sordid.

I was surprised I didn’t wake up with my face covered in magic marker, or something sticking out of me. Mistress must be going soft. She didn’t say a word when I dozed off a few minutes ago.

After class, Mistress whispered to me, “You know I am going to tell Chris you feel asleep in class, right?” her voice dripping of venom. She seemed delighted but at the same time, pleased to see me get in trouble. More than usual, I should add.

I didn’t give her the satisfaction of watching me recoil in horror at the idea that I broke one of my brother’s rules. I also didn’t tell her I was in for it much worse, if I can’t get the phone. I probably should have since she is the boss of me and she will eventually find out about it. (If she hasn’t already, that girl is like magic ninja when it comes to learning secrets).

The single sheet of note paper is all that remained of Jamie’s Journal for that time period. You will now be returned to the normal narrative of the story.

Jamie was walked to Physical Education, hand in hand by Cathy Griffin. Cathy toyed with her like she was prey. Cathy loved Jamie’s innocence and vulnerability. She loved the idea of corrupting a new girl, of making her suffer, of punishing. There was no rush, no hurry. She had plenty of time to keep things going. As far as Cathy was concerned, if Jamie did manage to earn all her stars, she would step back in to keep things going. This was too fun, and didn’t require too much work on her end. She wanted to see what happened with just a minimal amount of intervention on her part.

Speaking of intervention, she saw Chris standing with several boys dressed out in in Gym Shirts. The guys with great abs in half-shirts or none at all, while the guys like Chris in full t-shirts. She led her protégée’ to where he was standing.

“Can we dress out first, Mistress?” Jamie stammered.

“Why? Do you think it will matter much in Chris’s decision, or are you stalling?” Cathy answered back without slowing down their stroll over to the guys.

“I guess, stalling, Ma’am.” Jamie hated to admit she really couldn’t think of a good reason for her protest.

“Your sister has something to tell you.” Cathy announced loud enough that the other boys who were assembling for roll call could hear. Class had not started yet, but once dressed out, the boy’s half of the class was to meet on one side of the gym and the girls on the other.

Chris looked expectantly at his sister with his arms folded. There were several other boys, who were intrigued, as many of them suspected there had been some sort of power shift. A week ago, Jamie never even acknowledged her brother even though he was in the same class.

“I fell asleep in Health and Social Studies, Sir. I am sorry about that!” Jamie sounded apologetic. Some of the guys lost interest in the conversation. That was not a big deal, they were hoping for something juicy.

“I see. Anything else?”

“I think I may have left my phone with your friend Sheldon, Sir” Jamie offered hesitantly. Chris arched an eyebrow, that WAS noteworthy. Cathy was surprised that the little bitch hadn’t offered up that offense. She put her hands on her hips to punctuate her mood.

“Okay, that is probably going to get your ass turned red.” Chris smiled. The other boys high fived, most of them thinking that was an exaggeration on Chris’s part, but a few who knew otherwise just smiled devilishly.

“Can you ask him to give it back? I need to send Dad the pictures.” Jamie stopped short of revealing what kind of pictures, and Chris didn’t push the issue in front of these guys. They weren’t his buddies from lunch class. Most of them were jocks who delighted in tripping him or throwing the ball directly at his fat head in kick ball.

“You owe me if I do this for you.” He grinned before dismissing her. “Go get dressed out before you get in trouble for that too!” Chris was on top of the world. The good fortune of punishing his sister with one of his many ‘Correction Cards’ would be soon at hand, and it was all her dumb luck.

Jamie dashed off not waiting for Cathy. She had been given an order by Chris, so technically she didn’t have to dally along with Cathy. Jamie knew it was not advisable to cross Cathy, but right then she simply wanted to please her brother and get the phone back.

The black shorts and white t-shirt offered far more modesty than her cheer uniform. She quickly changed at her locker. She put on her tennis shoes and sprinted back for roll call just in the nick of time. It felt great to be out of those stiletto heels for a little while. She took a seat Indian style with the other girls. The fact she had on no bra, or panties under her uniform really did not bother her amongst the girls.

“Today, it is volleyball, girls.” The substitute teacher explained. Their substitute could best be described as a very butch woman with a short mullet perm, and the face of a man wearing makeup. Jamie felt like the woman was leering at her, something that would never have occurred to her before her training. She would have blithely gone about sprinting, jumping and stretching as if she didn’t even realize anyone would want to look at her nubile body. She shuddered now as she pictured the grinning face of the obviously lesbian coach staring while they showered after class.

The boys had just received their own instructions from their coach, and were taking places on the opposite side of the gym on blue wrestling mats.

“Do you like your brother’s corrections?” Cathy asked Jamie as they walked over to pick teams for their game.

“Absolutely not, Ma’am!” In truth, Jamie had been such a good girl, she hadn’t had many corrections. This wasn’t the first time Cathy had tried to get Jamie to admit she was enjoying this. Each time, Jamie had vehemently denied it. Even if there had been some positive things she had received from the training, she wasn’t enjoying this discipline and the hardships.

There was obviously a part deep down inside of Jamie that was confused, and possibly excited about the adventure she was undertaking. The signals constantly to her body from the piercings were only making the question less black and white.

The majority of her common sense told her that she should not ‘enjoy’ this. “How could you enjoy being poked, prodded, laughed at, and made to follow orders, anyway?” she asked herself.

“Then go over to your brother, beg to wrestle today. I am sure coach will let you, if you play up the ‘Anything boys can do, I can do better’ angle. She is a militant feminazi. I can tell just by looking.” Cathy explained.

Jamie stifled the urge to scrunch her nose like she just smelled something foul. Instead, she asked why she would do that.

“Go to Chris, beg him that if you wrestle today, and put on a good show, he’ll help you get your phone back and suspend your corrections. Then maybe he won’t tell your Dad. I mean, you clearly have no problem lying to your betters through omission. You didn’t tell ME that you had lost your phone. Now I know you are a conniving liar. Something I didn’t think you had in you.” It was hard to tell if Cathy was being scornful for being lied to or pleased that Jamie showed promise as a manipulator.

“It isn’t like that, Ma’am”. Jamie wanted to explain herself, although she had justified leaving out that detail to Cathy, so it really was like that. She had already been selected for a volleyball team. She would have to make up her mind if she was going to take Cathy’s advice before they started playing.

“Coach, can I go see if I can wrestle, I think I would rather do that?”

Jamie’s question put an alligator smile on the Coach’s face. “You? Wrestle?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Anything the boys can do, I can do.” Jamie left off the “Better” part, since technically she was supposed to believe that Boy’s rule/Girl’s drool.

“Right, but we are doing volleyball, so how about you get your ass back over there?”

“Are you afraid I will lose to the guys?”

“I am afraid they will want to grope you and worse.” The Coach laughed.

“Are you saying that when guy’s wrestle each other, they grope each other and feel each other up, Ma’am?” Jamie countered her logic.

“Go ask Coach Andretti, if you want to try it, be my guest.” The broad-shouldered female coach shrugged.

Jamie smiled. She had managed to make her case. It didn’t dawn on her that she was doing exactly what Cathy wanted and that was probably a bad idea until she was half-way across the gym to talk to her brother.

He was sitting by himself on the floor of the gym while two boys were wrestling on the mat.

“Sir, if I agree to wrestle, will you let me out of my punishments and help me get my phone?” She tapped her brother on the shoulder.

“All three punishments?” He gazed back up at her lazily.

Jamie wasn’t sure which ones she was in for, she looked at him innocently.

“Don’t give me that face, you manipulator.” He looked away from his sister’s sweet expression. “You are supposed to send Dad pictures of you masturbating every day, that is one offense. The second is you lost your phone. The third is you fell asleep in class. You want all three to be forgiven if you can wrestle?” He asked incredulously.

“Yesterday, you let me out of punishment if I let myself get hit in the chest and butt during dodge ball, Sir?” She asked.

His sister was lithe and athletic, able to dodge gracefully during the co-ed dodge ball games. He was not only an easy target for the girls, his own team would sometimes hit him in the back of the head with the ball simply out of spite. He had wanted her to get a taste of the bitter medicine that was dished out to him regularly in PE. She was supposed to purposely jump in front of the ball and get hit. It had ended up being cute, and the guys thought she was rather brave for purposely stepping in front of the ball. It wasn’t what Chris had wanted to see at all. He wanted her to eat that rubber ball hard a few times.

“That was because you rolled your eyes when a man was talking to you, a simple infraction level punishment.” Chris was referring to one of his friends laying a very corny line on his sister the day before. Even he had rolled his eyes at how awkward the boy’s delivery of his line had been.

“I am sorry about that, Sir. What can I do then to make it up?”

The male PE Coach blew his whistle at her. “Uh, do you have some reason to be over here on the boy’s side?”

“I was seeing if my brother would be embarrassed if I wanted to wrestle, Sir.” She answered him honestly.

“You are asking Wagon Wheels Taylor, if he would be embarrassed during PE? You haven’t watched him try to climb rope, obviously. Every day is an embarrassment for him.” Several boys laughed along with the coach at Chris’s expense.

The natural way the coach used this language to put down her brother, and the easy acceptance the boys had of it was an obvious indicator that this Coach didn’t sugar coat anything. The female coach was much more supportive and positive, but it was clear to Jamie that on the boy’s side of the gym, they got a little more crude and rude if even the teacher took that tone.

His sarcastic comments did not sit well with Jamie. She felt terrible that she had let her friends mock Chris in the past. “That is my brother, Sir. I’d appreciate it if you were nice to him.”

“Are you going to wrestle me to death, if I am not?” The Coach was of obvious Italian descent, with the swagger of a New Jersey native.

“No, because you are too chicken to let me wrestle. My coach said you would say that.” Jamie’s courage was bolstered by the skeptical look on the coach’s face. It was daring her to offer to wrestle. She hadn’t concluded her bargain with her brother, but she assumed if she put on a good show, he would help her.

“She did, did she? I have no problem with co-ed wrestling. The problem is, I don’t think you understand how it works. It involves physical contact. That means getting down on the mat.”

As he finished his sentence, Jamie was already on all fours on the mat. “On all fours, like this, right, Sir?” Her butt was in the air. She was in the same position her and her mom spent most of their mornings travelling up and down the stairs. She did her best to make a flirty and fun face, while starting to second guess if she had made the right choice.

“Wrestling requires mental alertness, physical quickness, flexibility and strength. To wrestle, you need to know three basic positions.” The coach instructed her. She couldn’t be sure if he was leering at her or genuinely talking to her about the sport. “You are in the bottom position. Lean back a little on your laces, so you can explode up. Who wants to volunteer to show Taylor the top position?”

There was an explosion of hands. No one seemed very shy at the idea of wrestling a girl. Chris was the only one who didn’t extend his hand.

“What is a matter, you don’t want a chance to pin your Sister, tubby?” the Coach taunted her brother.

“It isn’t that, I just don’t want to, is all.” Chris was reverting to the way Jamie had seen him act before her training. The shy, unconfident, unmotivated, awkward teenager.

“He can’t handle what the Jamie is cooking!” Jamie’s broad smile and delivery of the infamous wrestling taunt, while wiggling her ass made even the hardened coach laugh along with the rest of the boys.

“This isn’t that kind of wrestling. I take wrestling very seriously. I was a collegiate athlete, so no showboating, out here Taylor.” He warned Jamie. “The problem I am having with you participating in this exercise, is I don’t trust any of these apes not to touch you in places you might not want to be touched. If your brother comes up, hopefully he can resist the urge to do that, and it may just be a fair fight. The worst of the guys against a girl.”

Jamie couldn’t tell if he was chewing gum, or the square-jawed Italian man just talked in a cadence that made it appear he was perpetually chewing gum.

Jamie used her line that had worked on the girl’s substitute coach. “If they grope me, does that mean they grope each other when they wrestle?”

“Look, I see your game. You want to see how far you can push things. You can play grab-ass in the showers, and wiggle your butt on your own time. You are that girl I keep seeing on the posters around here, aren’t you?” The Coach put his whistle in his mouth, as if to dismiss Jamie back to the girl’s side of the gym. He wasn’t going to take her bait.

“No, I’ll wrestle her, Coach. I’d like too.” Chris stood up.

“You want to do something in Phys. Ed? Be still my beating heart”. The coach put his hand across his chest, in a mock heart attack.

“Okay, stop wasting our time then, and get out here for an exhibition match. If you can’t beat a girl, you’ll do jumping jacks until the end of class. Understood tubby?”

Chris didn’t like that condition, but he agreed. He was already on top of his sister, his chin on her back, his arm under her stomach in the “Top position”. Unlike his sister, he had at least a basic knowledge of how wrestling was supposed to work, even though he had never won a match.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you win.” Jamie whispered to her brother, as the whistle blew signaling they should start their match. Chris outweighed her easily by over a hundred pounds, physically though she was more than a match for him in endurance and agility.

He pulled her feet out from behind her and flipped her on her side, using his weight to try to hold his sister down. “Don’t you dare let me win. You wrestle as hard as you can, and maybe we’ll talk about the punishments.” He whispered back.

“Hey you two love birds, let’s see some wrestling!” the Coach demanded of the two of them. They were deadlocked, with Jamie struggling to free herself from her brother’s weight, while refusing to lay her shoulder blades flat on the mat.

“If I don’t let you win, won’t you be mad if coach makes you do jumping jacks?” She shifted her weight at the hips, and did a fast break to pull herself back on top of him, her shirt riding up so that her flat abdomen was exposed.

“Nice Reversal!” The Coach cheered at Jamie.

She smiled, she had no idea there was a name for it. She had just reflexively tried to use Chris’s own weight against him, and push out to get on top of him. She lacked the size to hold him down, and he flipped over on to his stomach, to avoid being pinned while she remained on top of him.

Brother and sister were wrapped up in arms, legs and various pushes and pulls.

“If you’ve taught me anything, it is that if I lose, to own up to the consequences.” Chris struggled with his sister, trying to flip her off his back, locking hands with her.

Jamie had not expected to hear that from him. He was willing to do jumping jacks all class if he lost, and she was flattered that it was because of some lesson she had apparently taught him. She hadn’t thought about her training as being any sort of role model. If she were writing in her journal about it, she would have written “That really threw me for a loop.”

As it was, she was locked in a struggle with her brother, and he was winning. The guys in the class, and many of the girls were watching the match with their full attention.

She didn’t feel groped, when he was on top of her, the feeling was more like a heavy weight sweating down on her. Chris was playing fair, and wrestling hard.

In fact, that is when she noticed, he was literally wrestling hard. His dick had become hard, while he was wrestling his sister, and she could feel its familiar girth pressing into her back.

The coach immediately blew his whistle to end the match as tittering giggles erupted among the students who noticed Chris’s bulging shorts. “Taylor, tell me you are wearing a cup, and it just dislodged?” He said in an even more patronizing voice than he normally used.

Jamie could relate to her brother’s dilemma. She too had been the victim of her body’s betrayal, her nipples getting hard with arousal at times she wished they didn’t. He was lying on top of her, and she could sense he was feeling tremendous embarrassment, it was a feeling she knew all too well.

She decided that if he did not want her to let him win, she could at least give him one gift.

She wriggled under him and reached underneath herself as she belly crawled forward. In the process of moving forward, she pulled herself out of her own shorts, leaving them under her brother, as she broke free to a standing position.

What began as tittering giggles, erupted into full scale laughter as the full weight of the attention of both the male and female gym classes fell upon Jamie’s naked posterior. She tugged her shirt down instinctively, using her hands to cover her pussy, but it left her ass completely exposed.

No one was laughing at Chris, his erection being small potatoes to the girl awkwardly standing over her brother, with the pale tattooed ass.

The Coaches blew their whistles, and Andretti pulled her shorts from beneath Chris, as if he were moving a beached whale back into the ocean. He threw them at Jamie in disgust, not making eye contact.

“This is why girls shouldn’t wrestle.” He announced, but he was drowned out by the laughter that hadn’t quite died down enough to get back to running his class, and he knew it wouldn’t until it ran the full course on its own.

“Awkward!” one of the boy’s in the crowd shouted, as Jamie stepped back into her shorts, and Chris continued to lay on his erect penis like it was a landmine he had thrown himself on to save his platoon.

“You don’t wear any athletic support wear, Taylor?” the Coach asked, his ego unable to just let the entire humiliating experience go away without comment.

“No Sir, I don’t have anything to put in a jock strap.” Jamie said playfully, letting her waist band snap. She wouldn’t have had the courage to be this playful, if it hadn’t been for the fact she had spent the last week exposed in awkward ways, supported by appreciative laughter.

“I didn’t get a good look at it, but I thought you did there for a minute, you sure you are in the right class, Taylor?” The Coach was exactly the crude, politically incorrect, misogynistic ape you thought of when you looked at him. He was referring to her clit ring that everyone had seen for just a split second before she pulled up her shorts.

“Sorry Sir, flat as a pancake.” She slapped herself playfully on the crotch, pretending that her spank did not just send chills up her spine as it connected with her new hoop. The day before, it truly had been flat as a pancake.

“Get back to the girl’s side, Taylor. I think we’ve seen a little too much of you.” The Coach said with a grin as he turned to Chris. “Tubby, stop laying around. I am sure whatever you had going on, has subsided. It’s safe to get up.” Reminding everyone he had an erection as he goaded the fat student.

Chris started to pull himself up and get back to his seat as his sister and the girls walked back to their side of the gym.

“Don’t sit down, Fatty.”

“Why not coach?” Chris had conveniently tucked himself so that his erect cock was concealed while he sat.

“You didn’t beat your Sister, so you do jumping jacks. Wasn’t that the deal?”

“But coach, she didn’t beat me, either. It was a tie!” He stood up helplessly in protest.

“If I wanted your opinion Taylor, I would ask for it, now get to it.” The Coach said in a tone of voice that reminded Jamie of how Chris had given instruction to her and her mother this past week.

Jamie turned back towards the blue mats and took a place by her brother, doing jumping jacks. In comparison to his jiggly, slow jumping jacks, her form was perfect. The kind you would see on an exercise video. Each jump perfectly timed so that her hands were above her head in a crisp clap, before jumping again to bring her feet back together. This was easy for a girl who spent most of her life as a cheerleader.

The Coach challenged her coming back, “I think we’ve seen more than we needed to see of you.”

“Did I win? Nope. The deal was, if I didn’t win, I do jumping jacks, right, Sir?” It hadn’t been. The Coach had never given her any ultimatum. He had only sadistically insisted Taylor do the jumping jacks, because he enjoyed watching fat kids sweat and he knew he could press the issue to make him do it.

Jamie didn’t break stride between jumps. Her tits bounced slightly in the shirt, but no more than one might expect of firm, pert, teenage boobs in a t-shirt. It didn’t seem out of place in the gym, as it may have anywhere else.

“Good point, you can both do jumping jacks.” The Coach didn’t look back, he wanted to focus on getting back to the core principles of Wrestling. These two had been enough of a distraction. Every now and then boys would glance over at Jamie and lick their lips, following her up and down as she did jumping jacks without pause. They were however, no longer the laughing stock of the gymnasium.

“Why did you do all that?” Chris puffed out a breath, as he stopped and started again trying to keep pace with his sister.

“Do what, Sir?” Jamie replied innocently, with a grin.

“Do you want a spanking? You know what.” Chris’s heavy breathing accentuated the fact he was kidding about the spanking. He knew she was well aware of what he was talking about.

“You are my brother. I didn’t like to see the Coach make fun of you, Sir.” Jamie wasn’t lying. It had bothered her.

“You never stood up for me before.”

She winced. It dawned upon her that it had not gone unnoticed by Chris in the years leading up to this, that not only had she ignored him, but she had never defended him. Her position as a ‘cool, attractive girl’ probably could have shielded him from some of the scorn he had faced on a daily basis. Even if she wasn’t cool and attractive, she knew in her heart, that she had been a coward to ignore him and not stand up for him. That is how she was looking at it now, as she wondered why she had never felt the need to defend him.

“I never really understood morning wood, until I got my piercing. I remember seeing you or Dad tucking yourselves in, in the morning, adjusting and thinking you were gross. The piercings have made me painfully aware of what happens when your body shows signs you are thinking dirty thoughts, even if you aren’t.” She was not even remotely winded by her jumping jacks.

“What makes you think I wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts?” He grinned, no longer trying to keep pace with his sister, settling into a slower rhythm and only putting his hands half way over his head as he jumped.

Jamie didn’t want to think too hard about that question. Instead she explained her motivation, “I was going to let you win, but you wanted to face me and win on your own. That impressed me. You were willing to stand up here and accept the consequences of losing to me, Sir”.

Chris was doing half the jumping jack his sister was, as he attempted to conserve energy. “So that is why you whipped your shorts off?”

“You told us if you farted, we are too pretend we did it.” She was reminding him about a rule he made up, half in jest at the fair the night before. “Since you had a boner, and I knew you were going to be laughed at, I decided to go ahead and sacrifice my vanity, and put the focus on me.”

“That is really cool, thank you.” Chris was genuinely appreciative of his sister’s sacrifice.

“It doesn’t matter. When we get to the pep rally, everyone in the entire school is going to see me bottomless. Then I’ll be kicked off the squad.” Jamie’s tone becoming melancholy, but not breaking her pace with the jumping jacks.

“You don’t have to show everyone? It isn’t a rule.” Chris offered to his sister, feeling sympathy for her situation that he hadn’t until recently.

“You and dad cut my spanks out. What did you think would happen at the pep rally? I am part of a pyramid, the girl below me has to put her fist directly on my cunt to lift me up, and I have to hold my leg up over my head. I’ll be lucky if they don’t stop the show before I get that far, Sir.”

“You could tell them you have your period, and stomach cramps. You can’t do the show.”

“Then what happens at the game? Or next week, Sir?” Jamie didn’t like the idea of lying in the first place. Every time she had lied, she had only dropped herself in deeper than before, made her situation worse somehow. She knew girls did use those excuses to stay out of a show, but she had never missed a game, even when she wasn't feeling well.

“You have one week until you are done with the training, then you get to go back to Jamie the cool teenager, too cool to hang out with her brother. I can understand, having to keep a lower profile. Cheering is important to you.” He gasped, pausing between words to catch his breath every so often.

“You think popularity and cheering is more important to me than my own brother, Sir?”

“Isn’t it?”

“If it was, do you think I would have dropped my shorts, and let everyone catch a glimpse of my fat ass, Sir?” She smiled. She noted that from that time to time, Chris seemed to match the pace of her jumping jacks, almost as if in reply to some of the things she said.

“Your ass isn’t fat, Sis.” Chris rolled his eyes at his sisters response dismissively.

“Thank you Sir” She thanked him for the compliment. “It bothers me you think I will not hang out with you after this week is up. Do you really think that I am so shallow I will ignore you after all we’ve been through, Sir?”

“You aren’t anxious to get your old life back?” Chris answered her question with one of his own.

“I won’t be able to go back to my old life. You, Dad and Cathy have seen to that, Sir.” Jamie sounded wistful, punctuating her words with an overhead clap as she completed another perfect jumping jack. “I’ve had to re-evaluate the things that are important to me this past week. Why do I even participate in cheerleading?” She asked rhetorically.

“So you can get into a good college?” Chris replied unaware the question was rhetorical.

“There are some competitive scholarships, but our team doesn't go to competitions.” She smiled, Chris hadn't even thought about scholarships, and that was something Jamie had explored since she first got to high school.

“No, I guess not. So why do girl’s cheer?”

“I guess, school spirit? Ever since I was old enough to hold a pom-pom, I wanted to be a cheerleader. I think later it became about acceptance, and belonging to a clique of over-achieving girls, Sir. I honestly don’t know why we do it, now that I think about it.” Jamie’s reply was honest, and her voice slowed as she searched herself for the reasons.

“So are you going to quit cheerleading?” he asked.

“I might as well. I can spend more time with the family then, Sir”

“You want to spend time with me and Dad after everything we have made you do?” Chris was genuinely shocked.

“Yes Sir, I won’t hold a grudge, if you don’t.”

“What do I have to hold a grudge about?” Chris asked flippantly, catching up to his sister’s pace in jumping jacks.

“Well, before you had power over me, Don’t you remember I made you put a leash around your dick, and then brought you downstairs so you could do jumping jacks as sloppy as you are doing them now, Sir?” She giggled.

Chris smiled and in response, put one foot behind him to kick his sister in the butt as a joke. “Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten about that.”

Jamie didn’t believe he really had forgotten her disciplining him and treating him harshly. Things had gotten much more intense a few days before the party at their house that changed everything. She smiled at the thought that he had gotten over it, and obviously forgiven her for her cruelty.

“Go out with a bang then.” Chris said after a pregnant pause in their talk.

“What Sir?” Jamie wasn’t following his logic or what he was talking about.

“If you are going to quit cheerleading, do something really wild at the pep rally.”

“And get suspended in the process, Sir?” Jamie didn’t want another banana-in-the-bathroom incident. She was well aware at this point of who her benefactor had been, and that if not for the principal’s indiscretions being on Cathy Griffin’s cell phone, he wouldn’t have buried that incident and retired right after.

“You’ve never been in trouble, what is the most they can do? Suspend you for a week?”

“Be home for all of next week with Dad? He’d probably send me outside on all fours with Rosco!” Jamie was only exaggerating mildly with her guess. She wasn’t sure what he would do, but she felt he would definitely make life worse for her if she got suspended.

“Are you chicken?” Chris asked with a smile.

“It would probably make the local news, and be on my permanent record, Sir.” Jamie pouted in response.

“Let’s hope I don’t see a duck lip starting to form on that pretty face of yours.” Chris teased her about her tone. “You still are getting punished for losing the phone, falling asleep in class, and not sending Dad the pictures. You don’t want a fourth infraction.”

“Sir? I thought you were going to cut me some slack?” Jamie pleaded.

“When did I say that I would?” He shrugged into his jump, without any sympathy for her plight.

“I just thought because I helped you?” Jamie did not get to finish her sentence.

“You wanted to help me. So you should be rewarded for something you wanted to do? Your kindness comes with strings? You will only be benevolent to your pathetic brother, if it gets you out of trouble with Dad?” Chris shamed her.

“That isn’t fair.” She answered, “That isn’t what I meant at all.” She conceded his point. “I will face my punishment when I get home, and I won’t ask for mercy. Is that what you wanted to hear, Sir?”

“Actually, I wanted to hear you would go out with a bang at the pep rally.”

“How about I do it at the game tonight, Mom and Dad will probably come, and they can watch me hang up my pom-poms for good.”

“Really, Sis?”

“Yes Sir. Will you give me some stars, and come up with the plan?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Chris winked at his sister, a big grin spreading across his face.