I hover my hand over the alarm clock, eagerly waiting for 5:30. When it chirps, I smack the top and leap out of bed. I'm in such a hurry to shower, I leave half the soap in my hair, so I give it a more diligent second attempt. I spend a little more time on shaving, and fixing my hair.

I hate your cologne.

Is it really that fucking bad? Oh, I know why she hates it. It was her subtle way of telling me she doesn't like the attention I get from women when I wear it. Fuck it. Besides, it's not like she'll have to smell it. I almost break my ankle running down the steps like a madman, and choke on breakfast. I feel like a kid on Christmas and dash for the front door.

"Bye, Baby."

In all the games I've gone to, she's never been up early enough to tell me goodbye. I let go of the door knob and frown. What the fuck am I doing? I drop my bag and move my arms around her. My stomach is upset knowing there's a box of condoms in there. Knowing I stopped by the drug store on the way home to get them. Knowing they're not for my wife. I twist my wedding ring around my finger and give her a kiss. Why does it feel wrong now having the okay to do it, but back when I was fucking around on her it seemed okay? Is this arrangement maybe more for her than it is me?

"You better be off. Don't want you to be late."

"Yeah. Hey, look, when I get back, let's go somewhere. I'll take you into the city." I'm a fool for committing to this arrangement, and I'm not okay with some dude fucking my wife.

"That'll be fun. Now, go!" She shoos me off.

"What's the rush? It's not even 7. Wanna go back to bed?"

She looks nervously at the clock. "You know how it is. You'll get there, something will happen and before you know it it'll be time to leave."

"Yeah… I guess," I murmur.

She shoves on my side until I'm out the door.

"I love you."

"Yeah, love you." The front door is quickly closed.

I sling my bag over my shoulder. My wedding ring is staying on this away game. I throw the box of condoms away in our trashcan. You know what? I'm going to swing by the hardware store and order her that stuff to build her the outdoor swing she keeps talking about. I press my boot to the concrete, stopping my bike at the end of the street as I watch a tan extended cab screech past me. I look over my shoulder as my eyes follow his truck to my house. That's why she was trying to shove me out. She must have called him when I was in the shower. "Goddammit," I bark, revving my engine and speeding towards the school.

...

I almost break the goddamn metal locker door as I start to change into my uniform. After three hours of driving around, I'm still mad as fuck! Even after all that, oh no, I won't fuck dudes in your bed, what did I see? Bullshit. I don't know what she sees in that motherfucker anyhow. She better not still be giving him money. My money. Goddammit! "Shit." I'm not even wearing the right uniform. Away game. Black pants, gray jersey. Get your fucking head clear.

"Coach Negan?" Grey pushes open the door. "Oh," she flushes, as her wide eyes lock on my ass.

This must be a sign. I see she bought a Devil's jersey. Her tits aren't too bad after all.

"S- sorry, the door was open."

Shit, that's not like me. Last thing I need is some kid walking in. I guess this Lucille shit is fucking me up.

Grey apologizes again, but instead of leaving, she's rooted in place.

Why is she apologizing? Oh. Right. I'm only in my baseball pants. "Heard you the first time." I laugh at her pink cheeks. "It's not like my dick is out, and even then," my lip curls upward, "I wouldn't mind."

"Looks like I'm too late then."

My face goes blank.

"The bus is leaving."

"Fuck the bus, I'll drive us." My eyes shift over to my couch as I unzip my pants.

Grey lowers her head with a nervous laugh, sneaking one more peak before she hurries from my office.

Well, damn. That didn't go at all like I planned. I'm just used to all these teachers dropping their little panties and bending over. I actually don't mind her playing hard to get. I like a challenge.

...

I take a head count, then sit in the seat behind Grey. I'm tall enough that I can see over her shoulder. "You doing nurse shit?"

It startles her as she slams the book shut, crushing her pen.

"You sure do startle easy. Here." I give her the pencil from my clipboard.

"Th- thanks."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

I get up and move next to her. "What are you doing?"

"It's n- nothing." She seems somewhat embarrassed as she quickly puts it back in her bag.

I notice it's some type of law book before it goes back into the bag. "So, you like baseball?"

"I've never seen a game before." The pencil is handed back to me.

"What? They don't have baseball in Australia?"

"We have baseball."

"How long have you lived in the states- damn, what did you do to your arm?"

She flinches when I go to lift up her shirt, moving her sleeve back down.

Goddamn, that's the biggest bruise I've ever seen.

"I'm knackered. Could we talk later?"

Usually women love to talk about themselves. What's her deal? "Yeah. Sure." Maybe I'm coming on way too strong.

She curls up on the benched seat, using her bag as a pillow.

So much for keeping my mind off the fact Lucille is fucking her ex right now.

...

Every time I look up at Grey, that girl has something else she's bought from the concession stand. Right now it's a pretzel, dipped into nacho cheese. Eh, shit, she's talking to the Spanish teacher. Let's just say I've gone south of the border with that one a few too many times. Hopefully, she doesn't run Grey off. At least Grey looks disinterested with her, too, and it's not much longer until Grey gets up again. When she returns, she's got a pickle. A rather large pickle. The bat donut slips from my hand as soon as she takes her first bite. I clear my throat and turn my attention back to the dugout. "H- Hall, you're on-deck."

All of them give me a funny look.

"I mean, uh..." The weight fumbles from my hand again.

"The rotation hasn't changed, Coach," one of my kids laugh.

I throw the donut at him. I fucking knew that!

...

Despite my numerous distractions, we win today's game. Grey and some of the other teachers help check the players in at the hotel.

"Hey," Karen smiles at me. Karen is our biology teacher. She tries to pull me into her room by the front of my pants.

I could have gone in there, but I remove her hand.

"Faithful this month?" She rolls her eyes.

"Don't condescend me."

"Yeah, okay." The door is slammed shut in my face as it hits the brim of my hat, knocking it off.

When I stand upright again, I notice Grey a few doors down from mine. "Grey," I call, jogging to her. I press my hand to the door frame to keep her from going inside.

Her hands knot nervously in front of her.

"So, what'd you think of your first game?"

"I didn't really understand it."

"The Red Sox are playing tonight. Why don't you come watch it with me and I'll explain the rules."

"Thank you, but I'm going to order some food."

She didn't eat enough at the game? Damn, I should have taken Karen up on her offer.

Grey walks under my arm, and starts to close the door. "Goodnight."

"Yeah, night," I sigh.

...

"What?" I groan, opening my door thinking it's one of my players, but it ends up being Grey.

"Uh."

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"Is your phone working?"

"Yours isn't?"

"No. May I use it to order food?"

"Um, yeah." I open the door up so she can come in. Good thing I didn't order the porn I was about to. "Here." I hand her the menu that came with the welcome packet.

"Thank you."

I stretch out on the bed. "What are you getting?"

"Cake. Just not sure what kind.."

"What?" I start to laugh. "That's what you're going to have for dinner?"

"Yes. Definitely."

I press my hand to the receiver before she picks it up. "Order one of everything."

"That's a lot of food."

"Well, I can eat a lot."

"Dinner together?"

"Don't make it fucking awkward or anything." I press my ear to the other side of the receiver because I want to hear their reaction when we order 15 desserts. She seems uncomfortable about how forward I am, so I back away. I wish I could figure this woman out, but I can't. I've seen her lady boner come out for me in those fucking pants of mine. Damn, maybe I should put them back on.

"They're bringing it right up."

I pat the bed.

"You don't have a table?"

"Do you fucking see a table?"

Her eyes scan the room as if she's waiting for it to appear. She eases down on the bed, just half an ass cheek on it.

Alright, this shy game is getting redundant. I like hard to get, but not that hard to get.

The knock on the door startles her as she quickly rises.

"It's just the room service."

"Right." A cart is wheeled in, and her worried eyes become heavy. "This is perfect!"

My mouth starts to salivate. Occasionally, Lucille will make this kinda shit for me, but usually it's no GMO's, no MSG, GF, no sugar, no dairy, no artificial colors, flavors, or preservatives, no trans fat. I'm exhausting myself. I lean over and grab as many cookies as I can fit in my hand. "Goddamn, these will suck your toes." I shove two more in my mouth. "What are you waiting for? Because don't think I won't eat your food, too."

She seems confused.

I start on the bowl of ice cream next, crumbling the rest of my cookies in it. What the hell is wrong with her?

She's really waiting for me to finish before she starts.

I pass the other spoon off to her.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, that's weird."

"I'm sorry."

I'm going to ignore that, too.

She holds her bowl of ice cream and starts to stir it around.

"What are you doing?"

"It makes it softer."

I mimic what she's doing.

Grey really wasn't kidding around about dessert. This girl can put some food away.

I have to say, it's fucking hot. "What is this?"

"A tart."

"It's like a mini pie." I push the entire thing in my trap.

"Isn't all pie miniature in comparison with you?" She really enjoys making comments about my size.

I hope it turns her on.

She grabs two cookies and puts a piece of cheesecake between them.

"That is a fucking brilliant idea!"

Gray moves it closer so I can have a bite.

"Oh, goddamn, that's good."

She starts on it, licking some of the chocolate from the cookie off her thumb.

Because I'm not hard enough already.

"I don't have time for this." Grey tosses the fruit skewer to the floor, continuing to consume her cheesecake sandwich.

Goddamn, I haven't fucking laughed like this, well, ever. I steal another bite. I think we're both on some weird sugar high because we can't stop laughing.

"I love food."

"Me, too. Here's your cake." I pass her a plate.

Grey gets more comfortable on the bed and accidentally sits on the remote, turning the TV on. "I'm so full." It doesn't stop her from attempting to eat the cake.

"If we throw up, we can start again."

"That's a really great idea!"

"It's a horrible idea! Look at what gluttonous pieces of shit we are. Throwing up food to eat more?"

She tosses her head back, laughing so hard there's tears coming down her cheeks.

Damn, there's no way I can fuck her being this full. How do I keep her here?

Her eyes light up. "Legend is coming on!" She feels for my remote under the covers, then turns up the volume some.

"What's Le-" I almost choke. "Legend," I cough.

"Just watch it."

I don't fucking care what we watch. As long as she doesn't leave.

...

I end up dozing off twice. This movie is boring as fuck. Until... "Damn, that devil is bad ass as fuck! Holy shit!"

Grey looks me up and down. "You know, you would make a good Darkness."

"What the fuck kinda thing is that to say to anyone?"

"I just meant.. because of your size."

"Oh," I laugh. "Built like a brick shithouse?"

"Yep."

I'm rather disappointed with the way this fucking thing ends. "I thought Lily was going to end up with the Darkness devil dude. What a bunch of fuckery."

"I agree, I wish she would have been with Darkness. It would have made for a better ending. It's tragic because he sees her innocence and it takes a hold on him, yet he's overcome with lust."

I know all about being overcome with lust. "If I leave to take a piss are you going to slip out of here?"

"We still have more cake."

"Nope," I belch, starting to laugh. "I ate the rest of it."

"Well, there's always fudge." She breaks off a piece and tries to entice me with it.

I know she didn't mean for me to, but I eat it right out of her fingers.

She's unfazed by my attempt at coming onto her, and continues to consume.

"I'll be right back."

...

I pace back and forth in the bathroom as I try and devise some strategy to fuck her, but the truth is, if she wanted to fuck, we'd be fucking. Maybe I will put the baseball pants back on after all. Shit, how long have I fucking been in here? "So, I was think-"

Grey is sound asleep.

Shit. Actually, this isn't that bad. At least, she's still here.

I flip to the sports news channel to watch highlights of the game. Damn, the Red Sox lost.

Her stomach is upset, making all kinds of noises.

Maybe I should wake her up?

She gasps, jolting her eyes open. "Oh, god."

"Relax. You were only asleep for a few minutes."

"I should return to my room." She hurries out of the bed, slipping on her sneakers.

"Alright, I'll walk you back." Damn, am I really not going to get to fuck her? This sucks!

"That's not necessary. Thank you for dinner."

"Yeah. No pro-"

"Blythe," Grey says startled.

The fuck is he doing here?

He snakes his hands around her waist and down over her ass before giving her a kiss.

I grit my teeth in jealousy.

She pulls away from him, embarrassed. "This is Coach-"

"He's our neighbor, but I'm sure you two already knew that, right, Ned?" His lip curls upward, as he pulls Grey closer.

I can't believe her husband is this piece of shit.

"Say goodnight," Blythe growls against her ear.

Grey lowers her head. "G-goodnight," she murmurs.

He digs his fingers into the back of her neck, guiding her down the hall.

"Fuck," I sigh, slamming my door. Porn it is.


"Will you check again, please?"

The girl at the front desk points to the computer screen. "See? It says she checked out this morning."

"Okay. Thanks," I murmur, starting for the bus. Damn, I hope I didn't cause an argument. Not that I ever gave a shit before, but Blythe was not happy to see her come out of my room. What man would be? I'd probably choke a guy out if I saw Lucille leave another man's hotel room. Shit, that just reminds me what I'm going to go home to. This open relationship bullshit. Fuck.


I have waited all goddamn day for school to let out, and make a mad dash for the infirmary.

Grey closes the door behind me.

Fuck yeah, I like where this is going. These exam tables are way better than my couch. What I thought would be us fucking turns out to be something completely different.

"We're behaving unprofessionally."

Well.. I already knew that, but compared to the other teachers, it's really nothing more than flirting. If you can even call it that.

"Please don't approach me unless it's a medical reason."

"What?" I start to laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"I don't understand. Saturday night was incredible. I had a great time with you."

"What would people say if they saw us together? I'm married."

"Who gives a fuck? And you've been married all this time. Why is it such a big deal all of the sudden?"

"Please leave."

"He fucking told you to distance yourself, didn't he?" That motherfucker.

"This is my decision."

"Grey, come on. Is this really what you want?"

"Leave."

"No, talk to me!" I cock my head to the side, inching over her shirt some. There are bruises on her neck. "Did he fucking put his hands on you?" I knew he was shady as fuck from the moment I saw him.

"How dare you imply things about my husband!"

"Lie all you want, but I'm not buying any of the bullshit you're selling."

She picks up the phone.

I'm assuming it's to call school security. "Fine, I'm leaving. What he's doing is wrong. I just hope you see that before it's too late and he fucking kills you." I start to close the door, but poke my head back inside.

"I'm dialing the number."

"Alright, I'm going, but I want you to know that I'd never hurt you, Grey."

Her remorseful eyes stare back at me.

I know this has to happen for her safety, but if I do find out that motherfucker is hurting her, I will kill him.