The contrast in demeanors was stark and telling.I received some teasing from my teammates before the first game when my college and pro teammate Brend...n Hayden reported that my first touch as a collegian was a punt return for a touchdown. My teammates told me that they expected my pro debut to be equally good.I took the opening kickoff and nearly pulled it off. I beat everyone except the kicker. He managed to grab a shoelace and bring me down as I leapt over him. My team had to settle for 56. I needed to handle this carefully."Well... I'm pretty sure that... Heather... had sex with Mr. Ford..." I said, scratching my head.He frowned. "You're kidding me?"I shook my head. "I wish I was."He laughed. "And why should I believe you?"I shrugged. "Call her right now and ask, she'll tell you herself."He frowned. "You're not bluffing...?"I shook my head again. "No, I'm not."I noticed that something changed in his eyes. "That fucking slut!"I flinched at his spout of anger. "Actually, Nathan.... "Hit your free throws!" I yelled at the screen, when I saw the players lined up around the lane. To be honest, I had no idea if my team was actually the one shooting, but it seemed like a good way to give me an excuse for groaning. Besides, Samantha and her mother were certainly paying less attention to the game than I was, so even if I was wrong, I hoped they wouldn't notice."Samantha, hold still!" Mandy snapped. "I'm going to be pissed if you tear the fabric squirming around like that. Why. This took place in NYC about 2 years ago. At the time I was 31 years old, and visiting a friend in NYC. One day I started chatting up a match on tinder. She was 45 years old and visiting NYC for work. She told me that she was staying at a really nice hotel on the lower east side and was looking for her first random hookup after a messy divorce. Whether that was true or not I still don’t know but to be honest I didn’t really care. Around 9 pm she wrote me asking if I’d like to come to her hotel.