El Accidente

Season 1 – Episode #6

Disclaimer: Carter Harris wrote this episode. Italics are his and my flashbacks.

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A/N: This episode didn't give us a whole lot of Tami and Eric so my apologies if it doesn't hold up as well next to the previous ones I have written. I wonder if this is because Peter Berg does not have any listed credits in this episode and it translates on-screen. I apologize if it comes off choppy, but it was really hard to bridge the scenes.

As soon as Eric got home from practice on Monday, he took a seat in his recliner. Word spread quickly about the Panthers being under investigation over VooDoo and his eligibility. He didn't even eat dinner or take off his pullover windbreaker. He kissed Tami and Julie hello, sat down and turned on the television.

The reporter was starting to scare him. Not only would he be stripped of the win, but VooDoo would never be able to play varsity athletics again. As he took off his cap, he massaged his temple, trying to rub the stress out. As much as he disliked VooDoo, he never intended to ruin that kid's career. This town was going to want to hang him. One day he was a hero, the next, a cheater.

Eric wasn't sure what happened when he was at practice the next day. He heard some of his boys whispering about some fight, but he wasn't really sure who was involved. He knew those kids didn't realize he heard almost everything that went on with his team. He liked to keep it that way. He rarely interrupted, knowing that was how a team formed some sort of camaraderie. He rarely got involved, knowing if he did, they would start to hide themselves from him. Eric didn't always like what he heard on that grass or in the locker room, but he always wanted to hear it. He always wanted to know what was going on with his boys.

When the police car pulled up, his first instinct was to become defensive. He didn't need another incident ruining his or his boys' reputation. It was bad enough that there were spectators present watching the whole thing go down. He tried to minimize the situation unfolding in front of him.

"Ron, you don't have to use the handcuffs. Hell! Come on. Where's he gonna go?" As they cuffed his star defensive player, Eric followed them off the field. He turned to look back and locked eyes with Matt. He was expecting him to look shocked at what happened, but instead, Mat looked away, putting his head down. Eric knew Matt knew what happened.

Tami was dealing with frustrations of her own. She had Tyra in her office, trying to figure out how the hell this girl was going to graduate. It was her job to make sure she understood the severity of the situation. Tyra didn't seem to care, stating that her plan was to take the G.E.D. and head to California. Tami wanted Tyra to see that she could have more. She tried to explain that they were similar, recalling her own high school days.

"I was just like you. I was the pretty girl in school. I was terrible in math. I got myself through it." Eric helped her, but Tyra didn't need to know that. Although they were just friends, Eric always encouraged her, challenged her to be her best self.

"I don't want to be you Mrs. Taylor."

Tami knew what Tyra meant. She couldn't help but laugh at the immaturity of that statement. Tyra thought she could do better, be better.

"I don't want to stay here, stuck in a small town, in a job like this, married to a coach."

Tami could have easily defended the great life she built with Eric over the years, but knew it would have been wasted. "Tyra, it's your choice. If you want to go off and take the G.E.D., fine. But you better bring me proof that you did it."

As if Tami wasn't frustrated enough, Tami was in her office when Kurt Castor's mother came in to retrieve her son's school work. This was the boy who was assaulted and hospitalized by one of Eric's players. She started making comments about the Bobby Reyes, the football team and, by default, her husband. This woman felt strongly that Eric was going to let his player slide and that he would be back on the football team by the end of the week. Tami knew when she took this job, she and Eric would have "interaction" as Eric called it. Mrs. Castor had a very good point and Tami could not defend Eric. She truly didn't know how Eric was going to handle this situation. Defending an action she was not sure he would take was not something she was about to do. She made it clear that she understood her concerns and that football did not overrule the hurt her family is dealing with, but it didn't seem like enough. She needed to make sure Eric understood the severity of this. He could not let Reyes get away with what he did.

Eric decided the best way to approach this problem was to gather as much information as possible. He called Smash, Matt and Riggins into his office. He needed to hear the story from his boys. After getting nothing out of them, he warned them to be leaders of his team. The whole community is watching them. "From now on, when you're out, you hear something, you see something, you're going to stop it." He didn't care if they beat the crap out of each other, but it makes him look bad when an innocent kid gets hurt because of the uncontrollable temper of one of his boys. "Are we clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. That's all I have to say"

Eric thought back to his own football team in high school and remembered how his coach gave him a similar speech. He was quite clear on the fact that under no circumstance was he or any of his teammates to get into a physical fight with someone – especially someone that wasn't on the team. As a kid, he always thought his coach didn't want any of his players getting hurt and ruin his plans for Friday night. As an adult and as the coach, there was a completely different way of looking it at it.

They just beat Arnett Meade in the quarter-finals and it was definitely time to party. When Eric emerged from the back bedroom of the random house they were at, he noticed that everyone was well on their way to getting drunk. He just spent the last hour and a half circling the sexual bases with Laura, his rally girl. He was currently unattached, letting go of his previous girlfriend when they made the playoffs. He knew how to play the game, knowing the closer they got to state the more girls would be willing to put out. He needed to shed the boyfriend-girlfriend status quick. He never hung on to it too long anyway.

When he went to grab his first beer from the kitchen, he overheard a few guys talking about some girl. "She's got the most amazing body. I'd love to cum all over those tits." Instinctively, Eric's eyes followed theirs to the couch, where Tami was seated on Mo's lap. They were kissing intermittently and laughing occasionally when Mo said something funny.

Eric turned his attention back to the guys, who looked like stoners and definitely not football players. "Watch yourself." Eric warned. Although he and Mo weren't the best of friends, he was still his teammate and that was a bond that couldn't be broken. "You can see she's taken."

"Please, Taylor! Like that's ever stopped you." They commented. This pissed Eric off, but he knew to always remain cool. These guys didn't know him. "You just got yours back there." The first guy said, nodding his head toward the bedrooms down the hallway. "It's not your night to challenge Mo for a shot at her." The second guy said.

"She's not for taking shots at." Before he could say another word, Laura was by his side. She pulled him by the collar, dragging him out of the kitchen and away from that situation. She kissed him as she walked him over to the couch that Mo and Tami were sitting at. She pushed him playfully back as he pulled her down with him. Tami and Mo laughed as Mo leaned up to give Eric a high five.

Mo and Eric spent the next twenty minutes talking about the possibility of going to State and how this was going to open all sort of college doors for them. The girls listened, but also conversed on their own. Noticing Tami's empty cup, Mo got up but was a little unsteady on his feet. "Want a refill babe?"

"Sure." Tami said as she held her cup to him. Eric took notice that those stoners were still in the kitchen as Mo walked away.

Laura started to ask Tami why she hasn't joined the rally girls yet. "You and Mo have been together almost a year now. I'm sure you already fulfilled all the required duties." She joked.

Eric couldn't help but smirk. For some reason, he liked to think of Tami that way, even if it was with Mo.

"What are you smirking at?" She challenged.

Eric put his hands up in defense laughing as he spoke. "Nothing. I'm not saying anything." Eric knew more things about Tami than he should. Mo was not shy about telling guys about what went on between them. He sometimes wondered if it was all true.

"Tami, look at that smile. I don't know one girl that could resist that smile." Laura said as she cupped his face and kissed him for all to see. Eric wasn't a fan of public displays, but Laura was pretty and a really good kisser.

His ears rang when he heard Mo start to yell, "Shut the fuck up." He saw Mo throw the first punch.

By the time Eric pulled away from Laura, pulled Tami back from running toward the kitchen, Mo was getting pummeled by the stoners. Mo was drunk and couldn't defend himself properly. Eric knew to jump in and break it up. His coach expected it. It felt like ten guys came out of nowhere to break it up. By the time Eric saw Mo on the floor, Tami was by his side.

Eric took one look and knew the cut over his right eyebrow was going to need stitches. "We have to take him to the hospital."

As Tami knelt down next to Mo, Eric grabbed some towels from the kitchen counter as passed them to Tami. "Hold this over the cut. I'm going to get my car and pull it in the driveway."

As Eric headed out, he asked Laura if she could find a ride home. There were so many classmates at this house, it wasn't a big deal. Eric felt a little bad, but didn't want to take another underage drinker into the hospital with them. He figured there was no way Tami would stay put.

On the way to the hospital, Tami must have asked Mo three times what happened in that kitchen. Eric knew. He knew how those guys were talking and he knew Mo had a temper. Mo didn't answer her and as silence lingered, Tami's frustration grew. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Eric was the only one thinking clearly. He brought Mo in, filled out some paperwork and called his dad against Mo's wishes.

"I'm going to go." Eric said, as the clock ticked past one in the morning. He said it to Mo, but so Tami could hear as well. "Do you want me to take her home?"

"I'm standing right here. You can ask me." She put her hands on her hips, acting as if she was annoyed that Mo was calling the shots.

Eric didn't dare turn his head. "I don't mind. Plus, your dad will be here soon. We should probably go."

"Thanks Taylor."

"No problem." He turned to Tami. "I'll give you a minute. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

After five minutes, Tami appeared in the lobby and Eric led the way to his car. Tami was unusually quiet on the ride to her house.

It didn't take long before she broke her silence. "What happened in the kitchen? Why did Mo start that fight?"

"How do you know he started it?" Eric asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Come on Eric. I saw him throw the first punch." Tami thought about what was really upsetting her. "I told Mo I don't want him fighting, even if it's over me."

"That's a little presumptuous." When he could feel Tami's eyes on him, he continued. "That you assume it was about you."

Eric took his eyes off the road, to see Tami's reaction to what he said. Nope, she wasn't buying it. She knew it was about her. "Don't get me wrong. I like that he gets jealous. It's his way of showing that he cares about me."

"Hmmm." Eric decided to be bold and ask her something that some of the guys always wondered. "What else do you like about him?"

'"What?" She was surprised.

They were coming to a red light and as the car slowed, Eric turned to look at her. "Well, you've been with him for over a year. There must be something you like about him other than the fact that he gets jealous?"

She decided to answer, giving her the opportunity to put him on the spot. "I like that he is always thinking about me. He meets me after my classes, he carries my books, he makes sure I have rides everywhere." She admittedly was having a hard time coming up with actual trait.

"She makes sure he's getting laid." Eric challenged, wondering how she would rebut that.

"Maybe." She laughed.

For the first time, Eric noticed her smile. It was never directed at him before, and now that it was, he realized how beautiful she was. The light turned green and Eric focused his eyes back on the road.

"What do you like about Laura? Why do you always have her in your back pocket?" It was true. Laura was always there for him when he broke up with whoever was the latest girlfriend. She always managed to keep him occupied while he broke hearts.

"Laura?" He started to think of exactly what it was that worked so well with Laura.

"Or Michelle? Or Allison? Or Danielle? Or Jamie?" She laughed more softly this time, enjoying the fact that she could tease him.

He took his eyes off the road again, but just long enough to give her a warning look. He wanted to remind her that she wasn't one of the guys and this was not the locker room.

When he took too long to respond, she pushed him. "You're a mystery. Every girl wants to know what it will take to settle you down."

Eric pulled into her neighborhood as she continued. "Good thing you are planning on going away to college. You are running out of options here."

As he turned on to her block, he finally spoke. "Girls use me just as much as you assume I use them."

"Is that what you think?"

"I don't think it. I know it. I'm not stupid. They see potential in me, and not just in a relationship. They see future earnings potential." He pulled into her driveway, and put his truck in park.

"And what do you see?"

"I see blowjobs." After he heard himself, he immediately apologized. "I shouldn't have said that in front of you." Even if he could easily talk to her, he shouldn't talk like that in front of a girl. "I'm sorry." He said regretfully.

She waved her hand dismissively, nonverbally saying it was okay. "Thanks for the ride."

It felt like an hour, but it was probably only a few seconds from the time she thanked him to the time she felt the mobility in her legs to get out of the car. She couldn't break the stare of his eyes. She never really noticed how gorgeous they were. She probably never noticed because they were never staring at her like they were right now. The pause was awkward so she spoke as she opened the door. "They're not using you for your future earnings potential. They're curious if the rumors are true." She closed the door, but leaned over, speaking to him through the open window. "They talk about stamina, Eric. You've earned yourself quite the reputation."

Eric smirked. "You girls are trouble."

"Goodnight Eric." She called back as she walked away from his truck and toward her house. He couldn't help but wonder if she was one of those curious girls.

Later that evening, Tami met Eric in his office so they could leave together. She was still upset about Mrs. Castor coming into her office and making accusations against her husband and the way he was going to handle this. She needed to make him understand how this all looked from the outside. As they opened the door and faced the setting sun, Tami started telling Eric about her day.

"Mrs. Castor came to see me today."

"Oh yeah? How's the boy doing?"

"Well, he's not doing very well. You know Reyes really did a number on him." What did Eric expect her to say?

"I know. Listen, he's a good kid. He just gets a little hot under the collar."

"A little hot under the collar? I mean, he put him in the hospital."

"I understand that." He didn't want to hear this from her. She was supposed to be his comfort.

"I'm guess I'm just a little curious about what you think. You know, what are you going to do about the situation?"

"What do you mean, 'what am I going to do about it?'" She always challenged him, and honestly, it is one of the things he loved about her.

"Well, I mean I think you're in a position where you might be able…"

He cut her off, suddenly understanding her position. "Wait, wait. Let me ask you a question. Who am I talking to right now? Am I talking to the guidance counselor or am I talking to my wife?"

"Oh, come on." She laughs a little, pleading with her eyes, to make him understand.

"I'm serious!"

"What do you mean 'who do you think your speaking to – guidance counselor or your wife?'" She asked incredulously.

"Sometimes I don't know. Sometimes I really don't know. " He argued back.

"It doesn't making a difference how I'm speaking to you…"

"Sometimes it does!"

"Well I'm just curious about how you're looking at this. It's a very serious situation." Does he even realize how serious?

Eric sees Julie, grateful he could end this talk with Tami. "Hey hon." He calls to her, almost talking over Tami.

"Hey guys." She unplugs her ear phones as Tami kissed her hello.

"You all good? You have a good day at school? " Eric says loudly, wanting to drown out Tami's cross examination.

"Yeah, a blast."

"Here you go. I got you something. I got you an apple."

"Oh Gee Whiz!"

"Apple of your daddy's eye."

Tami rolled her eyes, completely annoyed at Eric's nonchalance. Where was his self-righteousness? That was one of the traits she fell in love with. She couldn't understand why she was being so ignorant. He loved football and no one understood more than her. Her whole life revolved around his love for football, but this situation was different. An innocent kid got hurt and football doesn't make that okay.

The next day Eric drove to the juvenile detention center with Buddy. As if this situation wasn't enough to deal with, Buddy drops another bomb. He was going to have to go in front of the athletic board and pretend like what he did with VooDoo was not wrong. "I'm not going to lie." Eric was pissed. He was a football coach, not a damn politician. This is not what he did. This was not who he was.

When they arrived at the juvenile hall, Eric needed something to go right. He wanted to prove to Buddy that he could handle this. He wanted to prove to Tami that he would resolve this in a fair manner that happened also to favor his football team.

After hearing the story from Reyes' side, he actually felt bad for the kid. Racism in western Texas was not uncommon, but he didn't need that poison on his team. He didn't want his boys to deal with it.

Eric came right out and asked him. "You're telling me the truth?"

He asks him twice to make sure. "You look me right in the eye. You tell me you're telling me the truth?"

When he arrived home, Tami made a nice dinner, and he was hoping to hold on to that moment of peace as he sat with his wife and daughter.

No such luck. "Where were you today?"

"I had to take a ride with Buddy." He didn't elaborate, but gave her a look saying that he did not want to talk about this in front of Julie.

"Did you talk to Bobby Reyes?"

He thought his eyes spoke volumes, but apparently they didn't during a disagreement. "I don't want to get into this right now, Tami." When she didn't respond, he tried to soften her with his words. "You made a really nice dinner. Can't we just enjoy it without fighting?"

"I'm not fighting. You're fighting." She simply said. She often said that when she felt he was wrong.

Later that night, Tami was watching the news in bed when Eric joined her with a book. Eric hated watching the news, unless it was relating to sports. He pulled the covers back and he climbed in, noticing Tami's red tank top and short pajama shorts. Although he was upset with her, he couldn't deny his attraction to her. She was beautiful. He pulled off his shirt, enjoying how the cool sheets felt against his bare skin.

"For the record, you are fighting with me." He broke the silence. He opened his book, pretending like he was going to ignore her and start to read.

"No, I'm not." She looked away from the television. "I'm disagreeing with you. There's a difference."

The newscast came back from the commercial break and the anchor mentioned Reyes' name. They both turned to face the television as they watched the boy address the masses. He told his side of the story, and when he was done, Tami spoke first.

"I'm not buying his story. I'm not buying that."

"You're not buying it?" He questioned, once again pretending to read. He didn't want to hear it again.

She turned to face him, revealing a little bit of cleavage. "Kurt Castor is a straight A student. He's on the student mentoring program and I talked to his mother. I just…" She wished she could explain the feeling deep within her gut. "I just …I don't feel that he would have said those things."

"Look, people, they say stupid things. They're teenagers."

"She just knew in her heart that he didn't do it. I believed her."

He finally put the book down. "Look I've known Reyes for a long time. I've coached him for a long time. He's not the kind of kid that's going to do something like that."

"Did you know he's been arrested twice? Two burglaries and, one of them, he resisted arrest."

"Well, he is a little….he's had a tough upbringing." Eric excused.

"That's not what we're talking about." Now, she was getting mad. She hated when people blamed poor behavior on their upbringing. He knew it too. He knew Tami didn't have the best role models growing up. He shouldn't have said it.

"I'm not saying it was the right thing for him to do – to beat the hell out of this kid, but he was obviously provoked. "

She spoke a little slower, almost begging him to listen to her. "I would like for you to really look at all sides of this thing."

"Well of course I looked at all sides of it, honey." He answered quickly. "I'm just telling you, I looked that kid right in the eye. He's telling the truth. Alright? I can tell."

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe him. I'm sorry that I don't and you so strongly do."

He rolled over and threw his book on his nightstand. "Let's just agree to disagree."

"No. We never do that." She said with a small chuckle.

"No." He said sadly, just wanting this conversation to be over. "We never do."

"I get it though. I get why you want so badly to believe him. You want to protect your players, your boys. But there is a difference between right and wrong and you blur that line. You blur it for them and you shouldn't."

Eric listened to what she said, really listened. He knew better to because most of the time Tami was right.

The next morning he once again found himself adverting another crisis with Buddy, as they headed to the administration board meeting. This whole VooDoo thing was hanging over his head and he wanted it put to rest, but at what cost? As they walked up the steps of the building, he reminded Buddy one more time, "I'm not lying."

Buddy cut him down to size. "You want to coach big time high school football Eric? This is what you have to do."

They got lucky. It was like a small miracle that Buddy knew the man making the decision.

While Tami was walking in the hallway, she heard the announcement about the decision. She decided to walk over to Eric's office to congratulate him. When he wasn't in his office, she thought that was odd. He was always down there. The one beauty of working at Dillon was that he did not have to teach any classes. He lived in that office.

Later that day, she heard a knock on her office door and Eric walked in. The first thing she noticed was that he wasn't wearing his practice gear.

She got up to greet him with a kiss. "Hey. Where have you been? I didn't even hear you leave this morning."

"I had to take a ride with Buddy and work on this decision."

She sat back down, expecting him to sit as well. "Buddy, again? Should I start to worry? You've been taking a lot of rides with Buddy lately."

He chuckled. "I can't stay. I have to change for practice. See you tonight?"

She didn't hear him as she was still processing the words he said before. "Working on the decision? What does that mean?"

"I'll explain it all later over some wine?" He asked, mentioning the wine as a peace treaty.

"Sure."

After dinner, Julie went to her room and Eric asked if Tami wanted to sit outside. He knew she wanted to talk about what he has been up to, but he didn't want her involved. He would always try to protect her.

"Congratulations on the VooDoo decision." She said it in a very lackluster manner. She was a little suspicious.

"You know it could have gone the other way, don't ya?"

"Why, exactly?" She knew he did something he wasn't comfortable with.

"You go with Buddy Garrity, out to a seedy little motel to meet a kid names VooDoo, along with a manager and ol' Buddy he starts promising things."

"What kind of things?"

"He starts promising things." Eric nodded his head, letting her know it was things she shouldn't know about.

"But you didn't do that sugar?" She knew him too well.

He did do something he knew wasn't right. He went to that motel room, against his better judgement. He brought VooDoo onto his team although he knew it wasn't within the confines of the rule book. "I think sometimes for anyone to do what I do, it is damn near impossible to not sell your soul just a little bit down the river."

Tami couldn't imagine him steering off his course of self-righteousness. "I think you keep doing what your doing, Coach. Take it one day at a time."

"You know what I really love?"

"MmmHmm." She knew.

"I love football." Not this bureaucratic crap Buddy got him involved in. "I love football."

"I know." She smiled, loving when his passion shined through.

"I love those kids."

They heard the bell ring, interrupting Eric's thoughts until he saw Julie through the sliding glass doors, going to answer the front door.

He took a big gulp of wine, as he continued to speak. "I hate this part of my job, Tami. I'm not good at it."

"It's not your job to be dishonest."

"Buddy, now he's good at it. He walked in there today with no fear or remorse for what he was going to have to do. That is why he is so successful. He gets things done no matter what the cost."

Tami was about to build him up. She wanted to tell him that she was proud of him, that he was successful, but Julie interrupted them. Matt was at the door.

When Eric saw Matt at the door, he could see that Matt was upset about something. "You alright?"

"Yeah." He gave Eric a look that he wanted him to shut the door. What he came there to say was private.

Eric read him well, shut the door and asked, "What's up?"

Matt proceeded to tell him his thoughts on the fight. Castor was not the cause, VooDoo stirred up trouble and Reyes placed the blame on the wrong kid. Matt continued to speak, struggling with his words. "I know I should have said something sooner. I think I was confused with what was right for the team and what …" He swayed back and forth. "…and what was right. Anyway, sorry I bothered you. Goodnight, Coach."

Eric looked at him with a sense of wonder. How was this kid so mature? How was he able to do something at sixteen years old that Eric couldn't do as a grown adult? Eric should have never gone to that apartment to recruit VooDoo. He should have told Buddy to stay out of it. Matt should have told him right away about his thoughts, but yet, here he was better late than never. Eric was really proud of this kid. As Matt walked away, he wanted to tell him that. He wanted to thank him for taking the higher road. He wanted to say that he wished he had the courage to do what was right and not just right for the team. The illegal recruitment and protecting Reyes was right for the team, but it was definitely not right.

"Hey Matt." Matt stopped and turned around to face him. Eric struggled with the words. "Tell your grandmother I said hello."

When Eric went back into the house, he told Tami what Matt just said. He started putting on his pullover and looking for his keys. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go make this right."

After Eric went to visit Castor, he felt better. That poor kid did not deserve what happened to him. He knew what else he had to do, and for once he was not going to let Buddy Garrity in on it. He was the Coach and he had the right to make decisions for his team.

"You need to pack up your locker, clear your personal things. You are off this team." This felt good. This felt right. "You screwed yourself real good." He needed to offer one last piece of advice. "I suggest you go over the guidance counselor's office and you start working on your anger problems."

At practice, he felt lighter. One thing had been lifted, but the other he still had to work on. VooDoo was asking why he was playing defense. Eric didn't have time for this crap. He knew this kid was pissed but his behavior during the last game trumped any illegal recruitment issues. No one behaved like that on his field and in his locker room.

After he got home that evening, he wanted to have some private time with Tami. He knew he had to tell her she was right. Although he hated to admit that, he knew admittance would lead to getting lucky. As he crawled into bed, he gently kissed her forehead. "Thank you for being smart." She was propped up against her pillows, nestled underneath the covers. As he pulled the covers back, he continued to speak. "You were right. I should have listened to you."

"Well, I am the smart one."

He rolled on top of her, not waiting for her invitation. "Smart." He kissed her softly. "Sweet." He kissed her again, this time with a little more passion. "Sexy." He kissed her harder this time, opening his mouth and searching for her tongue. "Incredibly sexy." He moved his lips to her neck and his hands to the hem of her Panthers t-shirt.

"Incredibly." She agreed.

Their sex life revolved around the pacing. Sometimes they would be in a complete rush. They would hardly remove the clothes, just unbuttoning and unzipping what was necessary. Sometimes they slowly tortured each other. They would playfully tease one another as they slowly removed one article of clothing at a time. Sometimes the pacing would change midway, their senses heightening or their patience overruling. Tonight was one of those nights, where they started slowly teasing each other and ending rushed and sloppy. Eric removed her shirt first. She removed his next. She played with him through his boxers as he slowly pushed down her shorts. He liked to leave her bra on until the end. He always told her how sexy she looked in her bra. She eventually removed his boxers and he slid down her underwear. They took their time with one another, kissing deeply, rolling around and enjoying how their flesh felt against one another. As soon as she felt his tip at her entrance, their pace changed. Eric was ravenous. He needed her immediately and wanted to take control. He pushed her to climax first, holding on until she was done and then allowing his own release.

He pulled his boxers back on and laid straight on his back, catching his breath. Tami rolled closer to him as she spoke. "Guess who came in for counseling today?"

"Hmm?" Eric was spent. He couldn't formulate any words at the moment.

"Bobby Reyes." She said as nestled her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

"Really?" Eric said, taking a sharp breath in, still trying to gain control of himself and his breathing.

"Did you maybe have anything to do with that?" She lifted her head so she can look in his eyes, admiring the man she was lucky enough to share a bed.

"I might have anything to do with that." He said, licking his lips, still reeling from his release.

She kissed his neck and then his lips, leaning over on top of him, wanting a bit more from him. "That's why I love you."

A knock at their front door interrupted them. Eric sat up a bit as Tami asked, "Who's that?"

As they heard Buddy's voice through their bedroom wall calling out to Eric, he put his head back in the pillows. "You've got to be kidding me?"

"You have to answer it."

"Unbelievable." Eric muttered as he slid out of bed and threw on his white undershirt. All he wanted was to spend some time with his wife. This damn town was going to drive him crazy. Every day he was more convinced that not many men could do what he did.

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