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This is my moment. I think. Right? This
is my moment of redemption. If this were being filmed everything
would go in slow motion. I would lock eyes with Softy. She locks eyes
with me and mouths “I love you.” The other guys on the ground
would slowly lift themselves up and form a human shield around me.
Music in a language I don't understand would start playing and the
Marines would drop their balls and start slow clapping for me. Mr. W.
Scott would drop his clipboard and walk over and hug me.
In reality what happened was not as
inspiring.
The first ball missed me because I
suddenly developed the ability to do jazz splits. My dick reminds me
that a receipt for that will come later. The next ball missed because
I tipped to the side. The next ball was launched by a Marine who did
some parkour nonsense and hurled the ball so hard I heard it. It hit
me in the chest spinning me into the wall. Just as I gasped another
ball hit me, guess where?, right in the dick. I spun and now I was
facing the wall. I lost count of how many balls were hitting my back.
I next woke up laying in bed with an ice pack on my face and crotch.
Saucy was sitting at the edge of my bed holding ice to his nose.