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The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 1. This is Not Normal


Sitting on one of the two hard plastic chairs in the exam room, sitting there in only tighty-whitie briefs, Torrance shivers. He wonders why
medical clinics keep the air conditioning on. Little goosebumps have formed on his legs and arms. The two nipples on his chest are like giant goosebumps, ones that could carve wood if a board were scraped across his chest. He could almost see the breath come out of his mouth
the way it happens to the little kid in "The Sixth Sense".

Another reason for the cold feeling is mom is in the room. She came in to answer questions the young male assistant asked such as
medical history and recent illness or injuries. Not much to tell there, Torrance was basically healthy as a horse.

"Okay Mrs. Timberland. The doctor should be in any minute now. The little man is in good hands." The physician's assistant smiled at the
unhappy kid before departing.

Torrance hates that comment, "Little Man". He bristles and scowls at hearing those words. They cut too deep. For a moment the door is open
so wide that anybody walking by could glance inside. Torrance wraps the arms across himself as he sees a mom with a little girl go by. The door swings shut, but not quickly enough. The little girl, who must be around nine, looked over and she actually waved a hand. Torrance doesn't
bother to respond.

Finally, the doctor comes to Exam Room 6. Finally, it's time to get this over with. It's been like forever sitting there in the exam room
while freezing. For the first time in a long time, not since his required physical at the beginning of 7th grade, Torrance is about to be
looked over by a physician, and this time the doctor is a woman!

"Hello Mrs. Timberland," the doctor says as she looks at the laptop in her hand. "Hello Torrance. Good to meet new patients. I'm Doctor
Dunston." The doctor places the laptop onto the main counter, where she peruses the information gathered about her newest patient.

Torrance sits there nervously as the doctor reads the medical history, while she says "Ahem...Ahem..."What is your main reason for requesting a physical?"

The doctor turns around, and she puts her gaze upon Torrance. The doctor might even be younger than his mom. Somehow this would be easier
if the doc were much older. This would be better if the woman was a kindly grandma, not a hot woman with red hair like Agent Scully from
those old "X-Files" episodes. Torrance can remember when he could walk around the house while wearing only briefs, even in front of his aunt
or grandparents, not a care in the world, but those days are far far away.

"Stand up Torrance," Mrs. Timberland orders. "Go stand by the examination bed...There doctor, you can see how small my boy is."

Torrance feels small. He wants to shrivel up and crawl into a hole somewhere.

"Yes I see. He was measured at five feet tall to be exact. Five feet tall and weighing Ninety pounds."

"But he's fourteen years old," the mother says in a sorrowful and disconsolate manner. "Look at him. He looks like he's still twelve. I mean
who can't love such a cute and adorable face...but when is he going to grow? His father is Six-Foot-Four. All his uncles are over six feet.
This can't be normal."

Mrs. Timberland steps up to her son. She reaches down to grasp the tighty-whitie briefs with both hands. With a swift downward motion
the underwear is whisked down to her son's knees. The mom steps back just as the underwear falls the rest of the way to the floor. Torrance
is shocked but to his credit he keeps hands to the sides.

"My boy is way too small down there. I've been around athletes all my life, and I know what a boy his age is supposed to look like."

Puberty can be a difficult and trying time for the typical teenager. One wants it to happen and dreads it at the same time. A boy's body is
basically the same from age ten through twelve, then suddenly everything changes. The physical development occurs almost overnight. Little
boys rapidly become bigger boys who are macho and sexy and studly, sports stars ready for the shining lights and adoring fans.

For Torrance Timberland these changes refused to happen. He's fourteen years old, and the voice that comes out of his mouth resembles that of Mickey Mouse. His peers in school have gone through the changes. As a freshman in High School, to be the smallest kid in the grade is more than
a cause of concern. As the smallest kid Torrance is continually picked on, not just by the boys but by the girls which is a HELL of a lot worse.
Another unlucky thing about this is the school's student body is very small, and everybody knows him. The town Torrance lives in has only
three stoplights on the main street of downtown. The total population of Cumberland Gap Kentucky is less than five thousand, populated mostly
by older folks who were in the logging industry back in the 80s.

For Torrance it was a horrible experience. Being called Little Man wasn't too bad. Being called SHRIMP or MINI-ME much worse, but the worst
of all was TINY TIM. The word TINY was a double-edged sword that cut deep. The kids in PE class are required to shower after the class,
and TINY is not a word a boy wants to be called while naked in the shower with the schoolmates.

For Torrance's parents there was much consternation and gnashing of teeth. Gnashing of teeth refers to some sort of deep emotional turmoil.
It signifies profound sorrow and despair as if there has been a final judgement and separation from one's concept of God. For you see,
the male members of the Timberland family are expected to be exceptional athletes. They are supposed to be superb football players.
Torrance's father, and grandfather before him, were stars on the Louisville Football team. Neither dad nor grandad went pro, but the notoriety
and prestige of being a local football hero goes a long way in rural Kentucky.

For Torrance, the dignity stripped from him in one swift move, he can only stand at attention while his mother and Doctor Dunston stare at
his naked body. He can feel his balls drawing up as the chill air makes them shrivel. He doesn't have to glance down to know the penis sticks
out like a sore thumb. That's an easy way to picture it...hold your hand up in front of your face, the thumb sticking upward.

"Hmm...", the doctor comes closer. "You don't shave yourself down there...do you, Torrance?"

[steam train]

Great start. An enjoyable read, thank you.

[Trundle]

Classic setup so far, can't wait to see where it goes.

I notice we're approaching Halloween and the title makes it look like it might be a halloween type story. Fantastic!

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 2. Diagnosis


Being asked if he shaves down there left Torrance temporarily speechless. Up to this point all the talking (way too much talking) had been
done by his mother, and he didn't expect to be expected to discuss his own condition.

The first sounds were a mousy squeak. Then clearing his throat, "No, no sir. I don't shave."

Both mom and the doc chuckle at the mistake of saying "Sir", but they don't correct him.

Torrance has nothing to shave, not anywhere. Other boys in the Freshman class frequently show off their physical development, especially
in the hair department. Boys who are fourteen proudly take off their shirts to show a thickening patch of underarm hair. Occasionally one of
these guys will yank down the front of their shorts or underwear while declaring to the whole wide world (just the locker room actually) "I got a
lot a pubes now. Take a look." In the shower room and while drying off and dressing, classmates slyly check each other out. Bold boys
walk around the locker room letting everything swing about. Torrance never dawdled while dressing, changing into his clothes as quickly as
possible.

Torrance can feel the underwear briefs down at his ankles. He wants desperately to lean down and yank them up again. His mother
pulling them down at the beginning of the exam caught Torrance completely off guard. He knows the balls check is part of a regular
physical examination, but that is done at the end, not at the beginning.

Torrance shuffles his feet within the confines of the briefs, which feel like ropes or some form of restraint.

"Will you stop fidgeting," mother says, and she bends down to grab the white briefs. "Step out of these. Come on, feet out of them."

Any hopes Torrance has of covering up are dashed when his mom opens up her large sized purse. The underwear gets shoved down inside
and the purse snapped shut.

"Please pay attention to what the doctor is saying."

Doctor Dunston steps over to the counter. She grabs two latex gloves, and she begins to put them on. "I'll need to do a thorough examination
of the genitals, Torrance. This will take a few minutes where the typical hernia check only lasts for approximately fifteen seconds per
testicle. If you start to feel like you are going to get an erection don't fight it. I'll be attempting to induce erection anyway."

Induce erection?!...what the hell. Torrance grows pale and he looks over at his mom. Did mom just stifle a giggle? Did she just smirk? It's
no fair having to stand here and have one's own mom watch as one's balls are touched.

"Mom...you don't have to be in here," the squeaky voice pleads.

Mom was about to defend her presence, but the doctor intervened. "Normally I have the parent wait outside during this part of the exam for
most boys past the age of thirteen. However...since the level of your pubertal development is the specific issue...then it is normal for the
parent to be present."

Doctor Dunston pulled over a chair on rollers. She sits down, positions herself directly in front of Torrance. "Now turn your head to the side
and cough".

Torrance tries to stand still, but he can feel his insides squirming when the doctor presses against the left testicle. He coughs and this
is repeated. Mom came around the side to look on as the doctor isolated and examined each one individually. A shiver runs through his
body. Something entirely new happened next. Doctor Dunston squeezes lightly on the shaft of the penis. The head is squished and the penis
lifted and tugged on. Instant hardon. The two inches of dick swells to three and a half inches and the doctor actually measures this with
a skinny little metal ruler. All the measurements get entered into the laptop. The doc scoots herself over to the counter to type
in the information.

Torrance tries to stand still, but now even his brain is squirming a jumble of thoughts and emotions as he stands there with a hardon pointing
toward the ceiling...all while his mother gazes upon her son's nakedness and aroused humiliation. The heart pounds within his chest, and
looking down the sight of the penis twitching, pulsing to that fast rhythm is most embarrassing.

"Okay Torrance. Get yourself up onto the exam table."

All the things normally done BEFORE a genital check are now done. Eyes, ears, nose and throat...blood pressure and stethoscope to the chest,
all this while Torrance sits there with his bare butt touching the flimsy paper exam table cover, all while his raging erection slowly wilted
back to the two inches of unimpressive boy bit.

"Okay Torrance. Lie down on your back. I'll first call for some blood to be drawn. Sometimes it takes them a while to show up."

The naked boy attempts to get comfortable lying down on the paper that won't stop shifting around. Doctor Dunston uses a phone to contact
somebody. Mom taking a seat but still having complete visual access isn't helping. The tabletop is freezing cold and a fresh batch of
goosebumps forms. Doctor Dunston comes over to the table. She does a palpitation of the abdomen. This tickles of course, but the feeling
of his penis swaying back and forth as the doctor's hands push and press on the tummy makes the erection return with a vengeance. It
points straight to the ceiling in all its miniature glory and is that another suppressed giggle coming from mom?

The door to the exam room opens. A lab tech, carrying a tray with glass vials and plastic cups, enters the room. This technician has long
brown hair and glasses and she appears way too young to be working in a med clinic. Upon seeing this worker girl from the lab, Torrance
can't help but be appalled. Doctor seeing him naked with an erection, bad. Mom seeing it, worse. A pretty girl who is so much younger...
the girl answers "I'm a high school senior" when asked by mom...that is horrifying. It's a nightmare. Torrance wants to cover up, but
Doctor Dunston's arms block his arm from moving, and he lays there wishing he was dead. The dead don't care who sees them naked. In
"The Walking Dead" tv show, sometimes a zombie is seen with almost nothing on, like the person died in bed wearing only pajama
bottoms. In real life if such a zombie plague happened, there would be zombies walking around completely naked, but they don't care.
Torrance tries to NOT care the pretty young thing of a lab worker is standing next to the exam table staring down at him and his
hard but unmanly dick sticking up at attention. Never before has Torrance felt so small.

"Is this correct, Doctor? You want tests for Testosterone, Luteinizing Hormone, and Follicle-Stimulating Hormone, as well as lipids
and anemia."

"That is correct. Torrance, are you comfortable enough for Lacey to draw some blood?"

Torrance is not comfortable, not in this setting, not in this condition, but he nods that he's okay. The doctor scoots her chair back toward
the counter. Lab tech Lacey places her tray down on the counter next to the laptop. She picks up some things and brings these over
to the exam table.

"Hi...I'm Lacey. I'll be drawing several vials of blood today. Wow...he looks like he might faint. Good thing you are lying down. Okay,
give me your arm. I'll disinfect the area right here at the elbow."

Torrance wants to squirm like a worm. The shock of it all now has his hardon shriveling in fear. The less than imposing three and a half inches
shrinks down to a nub sticking up from the groin, and even the balls draw up as if looking for a place to hide. The tech girl glances at it,
but she keeps a professional expression. Now is the moment for a freaking long and thick needle to be jabbed into a vein. At this moment
Torrance closes his eyes. He can't look and the pricking of the arm is a lot like the sting of a bee. He keeps eyes closed as every vial is
filled with his blood. 'Maybe my blood is bad', Torrance thinks to himself. But then imagination runs off the deep end as he visualizes
the pretty Lacey the lab tech turning ugly as she reveals herself to be a vampire. Lacey the vamp pulls the needle from his arm, and
she leans down to bite into the tender arm, super white sharp teeth puncturing two separate veins.

"Okay little man...all finished with this."

There it is again, being called little man. Why do they always focus on size?

"The next part is peeing in the cup. Hmmm...how are we supposed to do this?"

"There is a paper gown in the cabinet up there," the doctor points to a door in the cabinet above the counter.

The lab tech opens the door wide and pulls out a lightweight light-blue gown.

'There was a gown in this room the whole time...and they didn't give it to me?' the thought went through Torrance's mind like a knife.
'I could have been covered up for this?'

Wearing the blue gown, Torrance is sent to the bathroom to fill the cup with urine. The gown must have been used a number of times,
as there seemed to be faint stains all across it, and the string in back was missing. Torrance was able to keep the back held together on
the walk to the bathroom, but with one hand holding onto the half filled specimen cup he couldn't keep the flaps together during the
walk back to exam room number 6. Torrance had to cross through the lobby, as the bathroom was on the other side of the bulding.
Several young kids, sitting in chairs nearest the walkway, noticed the bare butt showing as the blue flaps opened way too wide to hide
anything. The staff barely gave him a glance, but the laughter of the kids followed as Torrance made his way down a hallway to the exam
room.

Sitting on the exam table, still wearing the blue gown, the doctor speaks to him and mother about puberty and why it might be delayed. The doctor is very clinical in stating the possible reasons why Torrance is still awaiting a growth spurt.


Reasons for late puberty:

Constitutional delayed: Boy is healthy and it will eventually happen. Often inherited from either parent.
Torrance has a normal size penis for a pre-pubescent...so no Gonadotropin deficiency.

Tests are: testosterone, Luteinizing Hormone, Follicle-Stimulating Hormone
An X-ray of the hand and wrist determines bone growth, to indicate future body growth. (Torrance will be taken to the X-ray room next)

"We won't know the results of the bloodwork for a few days. We could try Testosterone therapy. It's a boost to jump start puberty. It is done
by injection once per month for several months. That is the only procedure I recommend at the moment."

Mrs. Timberland agrees with the booster shots. Torrance is given one shot and finally he is allowed to get dressed. The nightmare of a doctor
visit is over.

[little_kitetail]

Intriguing start. Can't wait to see how the title ends up connecting.

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 3. Not Making the Team


Three days after the physical exam at the medical clinic, Torrance was in a whole new world of humiliation. He stands in a row, one of several
rows, with recruits for the freshman football team. The other kids, who are fourteen or fifteen, tower over him. The shoulder pads are a foot wider than his actual shoulders. The jersey hangs down over hip pads that barely stay in place. Torrance can barely see as the helmet is too
large for his skull, the eyes nearly covered up. It's so obvious Torrance is the smallest kid on the field, and somehow even the equipment
manager was in on the joke as the number on the practice jersey is 0. The big fat 0 signifies in a loud fashion that the skinny and short kid
doesn't belong on a football field. Having a family sports history pedigree means nothing once the pushing and shoving and blocking and tackling begins on the first day of organized practice.

All the cheerleaders, and half the band sit nearby on the bleachers. They cheer on their favorite studmuffins among the first year players.

First order of business is a series of fast sprints from the Fifty yard line to the end zone. Torrance isn't the slowest, as he can still outrun
the big fat offensive linemen, just barely. However, hitting and pushing the tackling dummy device left no doubt that Torrance didn't have
the weight to knock anybody down as a defensive player or run anybody over as an offensive one. The comments by the coach were borderline
offensive.

"I've seen bigger muscles on a girl...come on little man, get that ass in gear...make a tackle...who said we recruit sissies around here?"
Coach Crushwell keeps shaking his head whenever his doubting eyes land upon the eager but hopelessly outmatched kid.


The first testosterone booster shot Torrance got was administered in the first week of September. September is not only the first month of
the school year, a very important year being the first one of high school, it is the month to make the squad or fail in trying. It was only the
first shot to gain muscle and male vitality, but it's way too soon for any results.

Twenty-four young boys gather along the Fifty yard line on the practice field, the newest members of the junior varsity team. These boys
were rough n tuff, fit as a fiddle, big and bad, and mean as a junkyard dog. These recruits are the cream of the crop, the best group of
fourteen and fifteen year olds the town of Cumberland Gap has to offer up to do weekly battle under the Friday Night Lights. The goal for
each of these boys is to be good enough to make the varsity squad next season. Each of these wannabe...soon to be superstar athletes
makes their mommas and their coach proud...all except for kid number 0.

Torrance gives it everything he has, but his best efforts result in having to pick himself up off the turf over and over.

Coach Crushwell doesn't need to see any more. "Report to the equipment manager over there at the bleachers. Turn in all of your equipment.
Turn in the practice uniform too. You don't deserve to wear the red and yellow colors of the Cumberland Cockfighters."

His head hanging in shame, partly because the weight of the helmet is getting to be a pain, Torrance trudges slowly over to the first row
of bleachers. The equipment manager is a nerdy guy wearing a yellow and red checker turtleneck sweater with red corduroys slacks. The black, classic Army style glasses complete the picture. If one can't play sports...watch those who can, and Leeroy the equipment manager seems
to enjoy watching the guys play and shower, maybe a little too much enjoyment or so the rumors go.

"Didn't make the team, huh?" Leroy sarcastically says when the dejected and worn out Torrance walks up to him. "Okay, off with the pads
and jersey. Athletic shoes and socks. The team issued you those socks. You must turn everything back in."

The whispers and giggles among the cheerleader squad grows in intensity as Torrance needs help in getting the practice jersey off over the
shoulder pads. With the jersey off, his bony frame looks misshapen with the pads on, as if the only thing that grew on him were the shoulders.
Leroy helps get the shoulder pads off and the hip pads pulled out of the jersey pants. Leroy gathers the pads, helmet, shoes and socks and
plunks these down on the first row bench.

"Congrats. You are the first one kicked off the Island. Well...don't just stand there. Get those pants off."

Several of the band members pick up their instruments and the sound of strip club music plays: TA-DUNH, TA-DUNH is the beat that goes
with a working girl in a burlesque show just as she is about to show the best part of her legs.

A surprised and distraught Torrance begs and pleads. "But, but I can't take these off here. Not here on the practice field. The...the only thing
I have under here is the jock strap the coach handed out."

[steam train]

Oh dear … school issued jock strap .. hmmmm

[Trundle]

Aw poor Torrance, things just keep getting worse.

Is he really going to be made to strip off completely and hand everything over right there in the open? How cruel

I can't wait to see how this story eventually ties in with the title, I was thinking does the booster shot have a captain america style transformation for the poor boy but now I don't know. Really interested to see where this is going.

[TeenFan]

I can't wait to see how this story eventually ties in with the title, I was thinking does the booster shot have a captain america style transformation for the poor boy but now I don't know. Really interested to see where this is going.

Getting bigger balls from a booster shot is a great guess. It's gonna take something more sinister and wicked for a testicular transformation to
take place.

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 4. Back on the Team


Torrance was never too keen about being partially unclothed in front of other people. Having even just a shirt off made him aware how
small he was, once his schoolmates started outgrowing him around 7th grade. Some of those kids who were the same height as him only
two years earlier now stood at nearly six feet tall and looked like giants while padded up for football. It would be bad enough to take off
the pads and the jersey in front of his teammates, but this is outside on the practice field. There are girls and band members sitting on
the bleachers watching practice.

Having taken off the shoulder pads and jersey top, Torrance is only shirtless with bare feet, yet he feels as if every set of eyes looking his way
is staring at the ribs along the side of his chest, and the grin on their faces is because they notice the arms are missing something...like
muscles.

"That can't be one of our football players is it?" said Veronica, one of the cheerleaders. "He, he's so small."

"Small but cute...like a teddy bear if the fur was shaved off," said another cheerleader, and this one takes out a phone and she takes up the
normal taking photos or videos position, and who knows where a cheerleader finds a place to put her phone when she's wearing a cheerleader outfit.

These girls on the cheer squad and the marching band giggle and move a few scoots on the bench toward Torrance when Leroy the equipment
manager says, "Get those pants off." The giggles turned into out loud laughter when Torrance said all he has on is a jock strap. A guy on the
marching band plays "Wah Wah" on a trumbone.

"Sorry Charlie...but the rules is the rules," Leroy's flashes a creepy smile. "Coach sent you to me to turn in your stuff. We don't have all
day. Coach might kick somebody else off the team and you'd be holding up the line."

Torrance can feel himself getting faint, can nearly feel the color draining from his face. Strip down to nothing but a jock? Can that be
allowed? That's like hazing, and hazing is something schools don't take lightly these days, right? Leroy insists and one thing Torrance has
always done and that is to obey orders and requests from one's elders and superiors. Coach Crushwell is both very much an elder, a coach
for crying out loud, and Leroy is technically a superior even though he is also in high school.

'Just do what I'm told...just do what I'm told', Torrance says to himself as he removes the football practice pants. He can feel the sunshine
on his bared rear end as he hugs the pants to the groin. The September sun is still hot even this late in the afternoon.
"Please...can't I turn these in to you at the locker room?" Torrance tries once more to avoid showing way more of himself than he cared to.

"Coach Crushwell," Leroy shouts toward the practice field. "Number 0 here is giving me some back talk."

The head coach, with the assistant coach, who happens to be a woman, turn their backs on the ongoing scrimmage. Both coaches step
over to the bleachers where the equipment manager holds Torrance hostage. Torrance feels a bit of relief, seeing Coach Gunderson who is
a PE instructor and teacher of Health and Fitness classes, coming along with the much older and grumpier head coach. Coach Gunderson is
a woman after all, and a female coach won't allow any student to get naked on the practice field, right?

"What is the problem here, Leroy? Why is this kid still here on my field?" the head coach seems none too happy to be disturbed.

"Number 0 won't turn in all the school provided equipment."

Coach Crushwell glares at Torrance, standing so tall the coach's shadow completely swallows up the sunlight over the small student's
body. Reaching out a large hand, the jersey pants are pulled away, then tossed to the equipment manager. Leroy adds the wadded-up pants
to the pile on the bench.

Now naked except for the jock strap, Torrance covers his crotch with both hands. He feels so ashamed and about to cry. That would be the
worst, to be seen crying with so many people looking on. Even the guys in the band don't show any sympathy, as they too are grinning or
chuckling or saying unknown things to their buddies next to them. Torrance can imagine what they are saying, and he does his best to pretend
not to notice how gleeful the whole gang of them are. The dejected boy turns, and he starts to walk toward the gymnasium.

"Send him back to junior high," a guy's voice says. "He's fish bait."
"Those legs are so white," some girl calls out.
"Cute ass though and he does need a tan," some other girl responds.

"Hey, wait a minute," Leroy calls out. "You have to turn that jock back in. That is school provided clothing only the athletes can use."

Torrance spins around, totally in disbelief. "No...not here. I can't take this off here. I'll do anything Coach Crushwell. Don't make me do
this."

Perhaps being the only one with some sympathy, Coach Gunderson speaks up, "You know, Coach Crushwell, Torrance Timberland's dad has a
lot of influence in this town. Mr. Timberland might not like it his son got kicked off the team...you know, after only one practice. Mr.
Timberland can make a big stink around here."

The head coach nods his head as he considers the words of advice from the assistant coach. Surprisingly, Coach Crushwell agreed.

"Okay, okay. You are still on the team...for now. You won't get into a game but are on the official junior varsity squad...but I'm making you
the junior assistant equipment manager. You'll take orders from Leroy. You will run errands and send messages for me and Coach Gunderson. Torrance, this is your lucky day. I will allow you to stay on the team as long as you are a good assistant to the coaches and staff. Is this good enough Coach Gunderson?"

"This works for me," the assistant coach says as she looks the former football recruit up and down, a smile on her face and a twinkle in
the eye.

"Yes sir coach. I'll teach Number 0 all the things he needs to do," Leroy cheerfully replies. "Does that means I have to give him back the
practice uniform?"

"No uniform for Number 0. The jock strap is the only thing we'll let him hang onto. Torrance, do you accept your new role as a member of
the Cumberland Cockfighters? You can still remove yourself from the team if you are not up to it."

Part of Torrance wants to make a run for it, to leave the field and never come back. However, he dreaded having to tell his dad he'd been
kicked off the squad. It would break his old man's heart. Every male member of the Timberland family has done his part to promote the
success of the Cockfighters in their weekly endeavors to "F-UP the opposition". Having to leave the team is the worst shame imaginable.

"Yes coach. I will stay on with the team. Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. Grab the clipboard from Leroy. You will writed down hang times when we do punter kicks. We have three
Cocks who think they can kick a football." The coach abruptly turns around, walks back to the practice field.

Torrance is happy and shocked at the same time. He isn't kicked off the team. But he's standing between the bleachers and the sideline
while wearing nothing but the school provided jock strap. Leroy steps up next to him, hands Torrance the clipboard and a stop watch.

"Go on, follow the coach. You're on the team now."

The sun beating down from up above only adds to the heat of his anquished and blushing face. Torrance glances at the bleachers.
The cheerleaders are applauding the decision to have the little guy hang around. Looking at them is too tough to handle. Torrance
runs after the coach, clipboard and stopwatch in his hands.