Chapter 3 -- The Box
"I have no idea what the Memorial Cup is, but I'd love to go" I said to Jane over the phone. I was off for a couple weeks, not on the flying schedule, mainly so I could spend some time with my kids as school ended for the year. This was perfect, as the time around Memorial Day was also when Jane would have a couple weeks of her own off. As weird as it was, game 2 of the Memorial Cup would be our actual first date. It was a 4:30pm start time, and we had planned to do drinks afterwards.
"Who are you going to root for, Seattle or Laval?" Asked Jane, knowing damn well that I had no idea who was who.
"Seattle, I'll go with an American team" I said. Jane just laughed. We talked about our work lives for the next few minutes, before saying our goodbyes.
A few days later, I had my ticket (Jane had mailed it to me), and I walked into the arena, looking for my seat. I was wearing my usual khakis and polo, with a light jacket over top, when I saw someone waving in my direction. Pretty blue eyes, I knew those, but why was the face covered in red, white, and blue paint and wearing a similarly colored jersey holy shit it's Jane. I meekly wandered over to the seat, and without even asking, she offered "I never told you, but I went to university at McGill." I looked lost, so she continued "It's in Montreal, Laval is a suburb" she stopped, seeing my blank expression "well anyways, I ended up going to a game with some girls from the rugby team, and I got hooked." I still had many, many questions, but pretended to completely understand. Jane apparently was a super fan of a college hockey team from Montreal. "No, they have kids as young as 16 playing for these teams" she was trying to explain, but I wasn't really wrapping my mind around it.
"So no college sports?" I asked, at which Jane looked at me like I had grown a third, dumber head.
"No Tom, I played rugby for my university, junior hockey isn't university sports. McGill has their own hockey team" she said to me.
I felt myself becoming more lost "So is McGill not good enough to play in the Memorial Cup?" Jane spent 15 minutes becoming more and more exasperated with my lack of Canadian sporting knowledge.
The game went great for me personally. Not my team, of course; Seattle got beat soundly by Laval, 8-2. Jane enjoyed rubbing it in my face, but gently, since she knew I had only made my choice by basically a coin flip. I watched her mostly during the game. Despite the super-fan exterior, it was the same Jane I knew from over a month before. She looked sexy as all get out, wearing her Laval jersey and tight jeans. During intermissions, she tried to explain to me her history with hockey in Windsor. She had grown up going to games, and had skated a lot as a kid, but never really got into the sport until college. Her dad was a Windsor fan, and they would end up meeting Laval in the last game of the round robin.
"How are you going to handle that?" I asked.
"Dad and Mom are using the tickets to that game, so they'll be going. Avoids some complications" she smiled weakly. "Dad loves his Spitfires." Jane continued to try to explain to me how the tournament worked, how three of the teams were their league's champions, and one was just the host team, and this determined who was the champion of junior hockey in Canada. I had to give up. Jane just rolled her eyes, but smiled at me.
After the game, we still had some time before we had planned on heading out, so she invited me to her house. I was just outside of town, in a nice little neighborhood. I wasn't expecting anything happening now, and she wasn't really offering; "I just want to play this as a first date" she said, and I generally agreed. As much as the sex was amazing, I wanted to slow down a bit. She headed upstairs to change, and I explored her house. It had the standard items; pictures of her family (including a brother I didn't know about), pictures of her and friends at college, a graduation picture with what looked like grandparents (she was beautiful young, but age had been great to her), and two pictures of her and another girl, both wearing different color jerseys. One of the pictures looked like something out of a magazine.
The only thing of note to me. Personally, was her flight attendant bag, not yet unpacked. "Jeez, too lazy to unpack your stuff after the trip?" I yelled up to her, jokingly.
"I just got in last night, you ass" she yelled back down. It was her personal stuff, so as much as I wanted to see her hot lingerie, I just left it alone. She eventually came downstairs, without face paint and changed into a nice sweater and pants, to me tapping on my watch. "Smartass" she said, laughing, and playfully glared at me as she passed. "I hope this makes you happy" she said, picking up the suitcase, which was partially unzipped, which then became fully unzipped, which spilled its contents all over the dining room floor. One of these was a black box, which opened up upon impact with the floor, itself spilling its contents of a pink personal massager, a tan dildo, a smaller blue vibrator, and a black butt plug.
In the distance, I swear I could hear a record scratch.
Jane looked at me. I looked at Jane. Jane's mouth fell open. Jane turned bright red. We stood there like that for a century. Finally, my smartass remark "So, I seem to have met the competition." Jane couldn't talk even by that point, but jumped into action, scooping everything into the suitcase with as much clothing as she could get, and ran up the stairs. I waited a couple deep breaths, and followed her up, knocking on her bedroom door. "Jane, uh, can I come in?" I asked. No response. I tried the door, which was unlocked, so I let myself in. She was sitting on her king size bed, bent over, head in her hands. "Oh Jesus Jane, it's okay, you don't need to" and I realized that what I thought were sobs, were her unstoppable laughter.
Finally, she calmed down, and looked over at me. "Uh, I really don't even know how to explain anything right now" she finally said, face a shade of red reserved for extreme embarrassment.
I was really at a loss for words as well. "Yeah" I finally said, "yeah."
Jane, pleadingly, looked at me "You probably think I'm into some weird stuff during my free time."
