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I stopped at Coach’s office one day after cheer practice. We’d just finished marking through all the new routines for the year. I knew the next day, the Head Cheerleader would be announced. So, I need to make sure the name called would be mine. I planned to convince Coach that I was the perfect and right girl for the job.
He sat at his desk when I walked in still in my practice outfit of short, pleated skirt and pink sports bra. When he looked up I watched his eyes roam up and down my tight athletic body. I knew he would be putty in my hands at that point.
