Page 3 of His Big Bad Stick

When to start and when to stop.

According to my calculations, the slate has been cleared.

“Let me just say something here,” I say, feeling that good ol’ rage building. “What happens in the locker room is our business. I’m not going to speculate and stir the pot and start shit with my teammates. You guys want some fucking celebrity story, go walk down the street and find a movie star.”

I can see the headlines now…

COLVER CASPIAN CAN’T CONTROL HIS MOUTH AGAIN!

Yeah?

Fuck you.

I’m back in the locker room and I grab my bag.

“Hey, where are you running off to so quick?”

It’s our goalie, Faust.

He’s in a hoodie with his hair wet.

A pretty boy who loves the attention.

“Good game tonight,” I say to him. “That one goal was brutal. No stopping it.”

“There’s always a way to stop it,” he says. “But that’s for another time. I’ve got us a spot at Valencie’s.”

“You love your strip clubs, man.”

“It’s not a strip club. It’s a gentlemen’s club. There’s a difference.”

“It’s a strip club with good food.”

“Exactly,” Faust says. “Come on, man, it’s tradition. You scored the game winner. We all owe you a drink.”

At the words we all, some of the other guys stroll into the locker room.

“Hey, you think Michelle is working tonight?” Dax asks Faust.

“She is working you so hard,” Turner chimes in. “Good for her. Getting paid and she doesn’t have to touch you.”

Rhett and Ben chuckle.

Ben points at me.

I shake my head. “I’m out. I’ve got plans.”

“Whoa,” Rhett says. “You have plans? What kind of plans?”

“Are you finally screwing someone?” Dax asks.

He grabs the air at hip level and humps.

As though I need an explanation for what screwing someone means.

“Colver doesn’t talk about that stuff,” Faust says. “Give the man a break. He’s a gentleman about that stuff.”

“Do you do care packages?” Rhett asks.

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