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“I don’t want to go to Montana.”

Hudson smiles. “Good.”

I continue, “Riley Brooks just offered me a job here during events that aren’t on game days. I think it’ll be fun, and I also think I’m going to take a couple online classes toward a Master’s in Women and Gender Studies.”

They all just look at me.

“I am going to just see where it all leads.”

Hudson grins. “Gap year, baby.”

I can’t help but smile, and then I look at Mom. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’m over the moon.”

4

Sexting

Nour

SportsManSam: No need to think about it. Can’t wait to meet up with you. Send me deets when you get them.

It was nearly twenty hours since I sent that message before her reply.

GoodTimesOnly: Time Square area, around ten at night okay with you? We’re going to see a show.

SportsManSam: Ten’s good. You think we should exchange names?

GoodTimesOnly: A one-night stand doesn’t require names. It requires body parts, *eggplant emoji* *peach emoji* sex you’ll remember for months, and orgasms, *wave emoji* preferably multiples.

SportsManSam: Give me a second; I need to pinch myself to make sure you’re not a dream GTO

GoodTimesOnly: Dream? No, I’m a *unicorn emoji*

SportsManSam: You can dance on my pole all night.

GoodTimesOnly: This pole comes up a lot, SMS.

SportsManSam: We all have our fantasies. Tell me yours.

GoodTimesOnly: Is this the part you ask for a picture of my tits so you can jerk off while I tell you how wet I get at the thought of one night with a stranger?

SportsManSam: If you want to send a picture of your gorgeous tits, I’m not going to tell you no.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to admit that I’ve been rubbing one out to the same picture every morning and each night since she gifted me the one she did. The one I zoomed in on and found out she was pierced. Then I may have to admit it’s now part of a routine I need to keep up until my next game to see if it’s her unicorn tits that improved my game to defend against the allegation she would no doubt have that I’m “just like all the guys.” One of several things would inevitably happen, but two are most disconcerting. One, she’d tell me that she hates baseball and I’ll never get it up again while “pregaming” in the shower; or two, a one-night stand would be off the table because she’d see the value in fucking a pro player.

It feels like forever has passed, and I’m starting to worry that I went a little overboard.

SportsManSam: I don’t need a picture, GTO.

As soon as I send the message, I get a blurry mirror selfie of a hot as hell, curvy brunette with a hand full of her own tit, fingers pinching a silver barbell, and I curl up into a seated position.

GoodTimesOnly: Well, I guess that was a bad idea.

SportsManSam: No, no, no, that wasn’t bad at all. It was good, GTO, so good.

GoodTimesOnly: So…

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