”“I don’t understand.”“I was in one of the stalls one day when Jenny and a friend came in. She was telling her friend how she went to see yo... at your school. Jenny was telling the girl about how she got into your room in the sports dorm and fucked you for three hours. Her story was very detailed, and I stayed hidden in the stall so that I could hear every word. It just convinced me that you were the stud that I had always imagined.”“I do remember Jenny coming over one Saturday in October or. I can't promise anything, but I'm willing to try."* * *Freddie had known about Carly's feelings, but to see them as a couple was odd. He'd seen them in this position before: Carly with her arm around Sam, and Sam leant into Carly. But now that they were dating, something did seem different about it. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that they were more than friends now.They told him the news as soon as he walked in, and he'd been thinking about it since. There was some empty banter, an awkward. One hand pinching, squeezing, pulling. The other moistened circled, teased, rubbed. Not to be outdone, the noise started to evolve. The thumping now included squelching, sighing, gasping. Words followed. "Right there. Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck me." The voice was familiar, but his mind wouldn't place it. "Give it to me. Oh, come on. Yes. Right there. So good." It was some close to him, but my god just look at Gilda. She's perfect. "Oh, Patrick." Erica?!Jerking his head to the right, there she was. She took another breath and hurried on. "I do not think they did a very good job." That brought a small gasp and a titter. The note takers scribbled. "There are going to be some changes. Perhaps a lot of changes. Change number one: Mr. Harder is no longer with the team. His contract, of course, will be paid for the rest of the season if need be. Here is the new manager." She gestured at me, said my name and I started to stand. She waved me back down. "The rumors, for a change, were right."Two.