“It’s okay, Paul. You can come in,” she said, slightly breathless.I froze.“You don’t need to be embarrassed, honey.”“I’m not,” I sai..., facing away from her. It wasn’t entirely untrue. But Mom didn’t know why I was really embarrassed.“C’mon back in, honey.”I shook my head. The problem wasn’t that I’d seen her masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not to think about it, and the sight I’d just seen, the worse. "Hey, don't rub it in man. I'll close. Don't worry," he defended himself. I grit my teeth as I opened the cooler. No one should talk about their girlfriend like that. "James, it's been a whole damn month. You'd have hooked up with at least three other girls by now. Why are you waisting time with this bitch?" "Cool it man, have you fucking looked at her? She puts a freaking dime to shame. Waiting it out for her is worth it... plus it's just, like, a challenge. The average slut is. I didn't." I still feel responsible. If you hadn't been mad at me..." I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at me." Still..." Old news. I'm unsuspended, so I can coach the team without hiding in the dugout and get back to regular life." But you're... you're going to play, aren't you?'"I can't. I missed try-outs. I'm not on the roster."You fucking idiot!" I..." You big baboon. Your name was on the roster before try-outs even began. Why do you think Hallowell and Calloway only picked eleven? We all knew. ....... I crept a little closer and could see ever so slightly into the front window. Lauren was slid over closer to Coach Tim and he was leaning into her, their shoulders touching. I noticed that Lauren was now wearing a tank top, so she either changed or was wearing under her jersey she was wearing earlier. Also she was laughing a lot, he was talking to her and she was some happy to have his attention and they defintely were not afraid to be close to each other, that was for sure....my god.