A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

... jump in and keep Guy’s wife from harm, I want to be a good man and prevent anyone from getting hurt. I want to do all these things but honestly I’m wondering if Mrs. Matty will hit Trinity so hard she’ll see lost memories of her childhood. “Call foul, go ahead and call foul,” Matty says with a good dose of rage. “Your ball, out of bounds,” Trinity finally says and backs up. “Nah we’re good,” Matty says dropping her anger. I watch as the whole scene turns to a bit more coaching and education as Tracy takes Trinity aside and goes over how to get around players like Mrs. Mathilda while the latter goes over a very barbaric mentality of the game. “Give them the foul, they want those points then you make them fucking earn them. It’s your house and it doesn’t matter where you are. You fight for everything; play like it’s your last game and you’ll never be disappointed in yourselves on the court. I’ve fouled out of more games we’ve won because when I got done people didn’t want me to come back onto the court,” Matty explains to the team who is soaking up every word. The training session turns into a six hour event with the pros signing a few autographs and more one on one questions with the team. I finally get them back to my car and they start laughing. “I’m guessing that was for my benefit,” I ask the ladies and they laugh harder. “No we’re scouting for next year, that Trinity girl is good but we have to play hard ball,” Hanna explains. “So knocking her down and screaming in the ...

... gym is for her benefit,” I ask chuckling and confused. “No but its fun as hell,” Mrs. Matty says as I take them back to the hotel. The remaining days they are in town are filled up with a few promotions and some honest recruiting offers if they can keep up the hard work and stay healthy. Trinity gets an offer on her own from the coaches and my job as liaison is finished Sunday morning as the pros and their coaches head back to Washington on their bus. It felt good to be helping out in person and I send Guy a message asking to be brought in physically when the next job is going on and he replies with ‘if I need you I’ll bring you in’. It’s his plans so it makes sense to me and I leave it at that. I spend the next week doing a small amount of catch up and generally hanging out when I get pulled into the Dean’s office on Thursday with a thank you from the Seattle Storm for making their time at our school a positive experience. I want to laugh but I take the compliment and the Dean’s praise before heading off to the gym to work out. I like my new car but if it’s close I prefer to just walk to it on campus. I text Robin to see if she’s going to be in the Gym today so we can talk more but she’s busy and I know Caitlin is in class so I figure it’s a good time to work out solo. I use the main athletic building workout room for a change and get a good pace going when I decide it’s been a bit since I hit something that won’t hit back, a heavy bag not a slow moving dumbass. My fists are ...