I thought I would try a little different style of writing. This whole story is just speak between mother and son. No details or visuals, just pain speech. Let me know what you think...
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Me- Fuck I can't believe my hami went! I hope I don't miss too many games.
Mom- Hey don't be using that kind of language. I am sure you will be fine for the next one
Me- Well I sure hope so. Coach said scouts from SC are supposed to be there. Man I would love to play in Cali.
Mom- I know you do.
Me- What's wrong Mom? Why are you saying it like that?
Mom- Well I just don't want my handsome boy to be leaving so soon. I wish you would get an offer from Michigan State or the Wolverines so you could stay here.
Me- I know Mom I will try. But if this groin doesn't get better I might be screwed for any shot.
Mom- Well let me see what I can do. Here lie down on your bed and let me get some baby oil.
Me- Okay.
Mom- Hey you are gonna have to take those shorts and underwear off if I am going to rub that groin of yours.
Me- Uhhh you sure Mom?
Mom- Jesus Johnny I am your mother. Besides you don't have anything I haven't seen before. I used to change your diapers all the time.
Me- I think I have changed quite a bit since those days Mom!