Page 53 of Sideline Play

Gatekeeper

DON’T YOU DUCKING DARE

DUCKING*

DUCKING**

Whatever! You know what I ducking mean!!!

Remington

Quack quack mother fucker ????

Fuck, Satan’s Mistress is coming back. Got to go

Gatekeeper

??????

Whipped

Remington

Duck yeah I am.

Have you met your sister? She’s an ends of the earth kind of woman

Gatekeeper

And as long as you never fucking forget that, you and I MIGHT just be able to get along again

But I swear to God, Remington, you make her shed so much as one tear and your ass is going six feet under in an unmarked grave.

Remington

If I do, I’ll bring the shovel

Gatekeeper

Good ‘cause you’ll be digging that grave

Now get back to work. I ain’t fucking spending next season pitching to Knox

Straddling my hips, Scar squats down so she’s hovering over my lap and asks, “How are you and my brother?”

“We’re getting there,” I respond, reaching for her hips. I may not have much energy left for a workout, but I can muster up more than enough to get my girl off.

Dancing out of my reach and standing back up, she chides, “Ah, ah, ah,” shaking a finger in my face. Pointing down her body, she announces, “This is closed until after we’re done here. And it’s only opening up for you if you give me 110%. Now come on. We need to work on getting your agility back up. You recovered at a remarkable rate, but you’ve gotten slow. I don’t think you can keep up anymore.”

“Come a little closer and Daddy’ll show ya just how well he can keep up.”

“Tempting…” she hums before the demon in her rears its head again and she says, “But I’ll pass. Start by jumping rope—both feet, left foot, right foot, one minute each. Then I want you to do squat turns for a full 360, clockwise and counter. After that, line drills down and up, then repeat it all backwards. Once I’m satisfied, we’re gonna work on your response time with catching to be sure it hasn’t suffered too much as well. I’ve let you slack off enough.”

Crunching up, I hang my arms over my knees and stare up at my dream turned nightmare. “Anything else, mistress?”

She looks adorable as she scrunches up her face and begins to think, wisps of her blonde hair that’s escaped her braid blowing around from the open doors of the gym. My body may be screaming in pain and begging for a reprieve from her brutal training, but fuck if I wouldn’t do this all day long until I’m puking if it meant getting to be here with her.

“Hmm… your first born would do nicely,” she finally decides, beginning to saunter outside, her hips softly swaying with each step, beckoning me to get up and chase after her.

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