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“Research shows that student-athletes are less likely to experience anxiety and depression, as sports provide a positive outlet for stress and build self-esteem through teamwork and achievement. In the age of apps and social media, combating potential mental health hurdles is more important than ever.”
Now is where a slide show depicting happy kids playing sports on a sunny day could curry some favor, because for some people, a slide show is effort and effort is a vote. But I didn’t bring any of that shit because I didn’t know I was coming here. I curse Leah as I launch into the second and final leg of my speech.
“Sports also develop social skills and community. Student athletes learn about collaboration, leadership, and respect forothers. These experiences forge bonds that combat social isolation and build a sense of belonging, which go a long way in the fight against teenage depression.” Another glance to check the pulse, and to my surprise, everyone is listening. Intently. I skate a hand up the back of my head, and tug at the ends of my hair before taking a quick breath and pressing on. “However, access to these benefits is not universal. Underfunded programs mean fewer opportunities, outdated equipment, and limited access. Without adequate funding, we risk excluding the very students who need sports the most. Your support can ensure access to quality facilities, trained coaches, and safe environments for all children to thrive. This is not just about games; it’s about building healthier, stronger, and more connected young adults who will lead our communities forward. Investing in youth sports is investing in our future. I respectfully ask you to vote in favor of funding the youth sports programs. Thank you for your time.”
After I move through the aisles to find my seat, I think about what I’m going to tell Leah. A big part of me wants to tell her I did awful, and let her sweat it out as punishment for not telling me exactly where I was going today. But another part of me is just glad it went well, and happy it’s over, and to celebrate, instead of bashing Leah in my mind, I go to a place that makes me happy. After all, I deserve it, right?
DaddysGirl.
After we acknowledged the kink in the room with us, we’d casually began using nicknames of daddy and sweet girl. Just thinking about it, while a speech about healthy food options in the school cafeteria fills the space around me, has my body brimming with excitement. My blood runs hot and fast, burning up against my flesh, reminding me that I’m storing a hot secret inside me.
A secret thing with a beautiful, equally kinky woman.
It’s funny how my thing feels almost depraved when it’s just me, but when I share it with someone else, likeDaddysGirl, it transforms into something else entirely. Something alluring and complex, a desire that heightens emotional eroticism and makes sex about more than orgasms. It’s layered and filthy and kinky because now I’m sharing it. With her.
Except now that we’ve barely begun to dabble in the dynamic, just a whiff of it really, I see that anonymity has a life expectancy.
I can’t keep falling for a faceless, nameless person.
I need more.
After the meeting, I shake hands with a bunch of people I’ll never see again, taking business cards and accepting accolades that I don’t deserve. Standing up for youth sports and advocating for more money for those sports isn’t something that deserves praise, but because allotting money is about winning people over, I shake those hands wearing a thousand dollar smile. I opt to not go back to the office today, instead heading home from Oakcreek straight to my house. I send Leah a text telling her it went well but that she owes me far more than lunch from Goode’s.
Then I get online.
It’s ten after three. IfDaddysGirlhas a normal office job, or interfaces with the public, the likelihood that she’s home from work already is slim to none. We mostly chat after six in the evening, but when I open my laptop and find her name highlighted in green, it’s one more thing that feels like kismet.
Suede0989
I was hoping you’d be online
I had a meeting today and didn’t go back to my office after
We usually chat later. What hours do you work?
DaddysGirl
Hello!
Slow work day for me, so I popped on to see if you were on and here you are
It’s like the universe wanted us to chat
What hours do I work? Hmm
Suede0989
I don’t know if the universe wanted us to chat. Maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe you and I were just thinking about each other and wanted to talk so badly, we both got online?
DaddysGirl
Sounds more fated with the universe involved
But if you want to make it all logic and science
(sigh) Fine
Suede0989
