Dexter jumped.“Knight! Get outta here,” the coach barked. “Aren come with me!”Dexter ran out. Aren followed the man.Quincy sounded ticked, “...ren, I’ve tried to be nice to you, but you just don’t respect me! I only have one choice.” He unlocked the door of a windowless room. “If you’re gonna fuck my players in my gym, then you better fuck me too!”“What,” Aren quizzed.“I know you let Dexter fuck your sissy booty behind the bleachers. I’m jealous!”“Really?”“Yeah! I think about your round butt all. The interesting part was that there was a three hour gap between the two hour drive and meeting with her mother. Once again I wondered if talking to her had been a mistake on my part and so I decided to stay and watch this to the end.I could tell that something was going to happen when Karen turned away from the main road that would have led her straight to her family home. Didn’t I know it? I had been there often enough during those two and a half years back then. I noticed how she parked her. " Clear out? Oh, my God, Spiker, you wouldn't!" If you can't take care of your man, you don't deserve me." But..." No buts, little girl. You either love me enough to do this or you don't. Simple as that!"Trixie was trapped. She didn't realize it but Spiker had maneuvered her into a corner from which her only escape was to lose him (or so she thought). She abhorred the idea of going to bed with another man, especially one as crude as Bernie (She hadn't told Spiker but during the poker game,. “So what’s on your mind, Thomas?” she asked. “Can I be honest with you, Mrs. Reeves?” he asked. “Sure,” she replied. “And you won’t tell anybody, not even Nick?” he asked. “I won’t tell anybody, not even Nick,” she said, “and that’s a promise. Now what’s on your mind, Thomas?” “Well, to be totally honest with you, Mrs. Reeves, what did you do before you became a nurse?” he asked. “I went to college Thomas,” she replied, wondering what had prompted this conversation and where it was going..