THE BET - DONNA VISITS DON
CHAPTER 1
Donna Bryce pulled into the parking lot at her son Don's dorm at 5 PM. Her husband John didn't come with her. He was in LA on a business trip. This was Donna's first time visiting Don since he left for school. He had been home, but she had not been here.
She texted Don to let him know she was here. He came down and met her. After they hugged and said hello to each other, they went to the Sizzler for dinner. They talked about things at home and things at school. Donna dropped Don back at his dorm at 9 after their evening together.
Donna went to his dorm again the next morning, Saturday. He gave her the grand tour, which didn't take long, then they went to his room. On the way to his room Donna heard a few catcalls from other students. She ignored them but liked the attention. She was dressed to show off. She had known there would be young men there ogling her, so she dressed to give them a thrill. She wore a loose, white, short skirt, pantyhose, and a breast hugging red top. Tall black boots. Her long blonde hair hung free down her back.
Don's room was a small, modestly furnished, single occupancy room. It was neat and clean. There were 2 armchairs, one for each of them. He got them both a soft drink from his mini fridge. He showed her some of his school work and some pictures of his girlfriend and other friends.
About 10, after they had been visiting for about an hour Don's phone rang. He answered and talked for a couple of minutes. It was the place where he worked part time. His co-worker had to go to the hospital as his wife went into labor early, and his boss was out of town until this afternoon. He wanted to know if Don could come in until their boss got there. Don hated to do it but there wasn't much choice.
Donna told him to go ahead. She would go back to the hotel or sight seeing or something and meet him again this evening. He said he was sorry, but it shouldn't be but a couple of hours.
CHAPTER 2
As Donna was getting in her car someone spoke to her, "Hi. I saw you with Don Bryce earlier didn't I?"
She said, "Yes. I'm Don's mother. Donna." She was dwarfed by a giant of a man.
"No way. You're way too young to be his mom. And too pretty."
"Well, thank you. And who are you?"
"My name's Freddie, but everybody calls me Tank." She could see why. He was indeed a big boy. Probably 6 ft. 6, 240 lbs. He had short black hair, and was quite muscular. And handsome, she thought. He had on a football jersey that showed his bulging biceps and pecs.
"Are you a friend of Don's?"
"Sorta. We don't hang out or anything. Don helps me and some of the other guys with our school work. He's really smart. I'm on the football team and struggle with some of the work. He don't do it for us or anything. Tutors us, I guess you'd say. And we pay him."
"I see. Well, it's good to meet you Freddie. Tank."
"I was on the way to see Don. I got a paper due Monday and need some help. I was working on it and just not getting it. So I was going to see if he could help me. Is he in his room?"
"No. He got called into work for a few hours."
"Oh. Shoot. What am I gonna do? If I don't get this paper in Monday I might fail and lose my scholarship."
"What kind of paper is it?"
"Economics. That stuff's way over my head."
"Maybe I can help. I did okay in economics in school. I have a few hours to kill before Don gets back, might as well do something useful."
"That would be awesome. I hate to ask. You don't even know me. You sure you don't mind?"
"You didn't ask. I volunteered. And if Don thinks enough of you to help, then so do I."
"Cool."
"Lead the way."
Tank led her to his room. He shared a room with another football player, but he wasn't there. His room was a mess. Clothes thrown everywhere. Who knew if they were clean or dirty. Both beds unmade, dirty glasses sitting around, trash can running over. At least it didn't smell. "Sorry for the mess."
"It's fine. It's what I would expect a couple of college football player's rooms to look like. Where is your roommate?"
"He went to Bill and Mike's room. They're a couple of our teammates, too. He'll probably be back in a couple of hours."
"Okay. Let's get started. So where's your paper?"
Tank got his book and pulled up the paper he had started on his computer. She sat down at the desk. He pulled a chair up beside her. He didn't have much done. Donna looked over what he had done. She thought that yeah, he needs some help. She didn't think he was stupid, but he did live up to the athlete reputation.
She showed him a few things he had wrong, and made suggestions on things to change, and just generally tried to explain things to him. They had been working about a half hour when Tank said, "I'm sorry. Do you want a Coke or something?"
Donna said that would be nice. He got them both a Coke. She stood up too, to stretch her legs. When he handed her the Coke she noticed again how big he was. He was over a foot taller than her. She had to look up to see his face. His arm was as big around as her waist. She grinned when she wondered if he was that big everywhere. They talked a few minutes. She asked why he wasn't at practice or something. He said it was the off season so they weren't doing much right now. He said, "I still can't believe Don has such a hot mom. I'm sorry if that offends you, but I think you're super hot. And smart, too."
"I'm not offended. Thank you. You know what. We need to get some lunch before we do much more. Does that commissary have sandwiches?" He said yes and they walked down, got a couple of sandwiches, some chips, and more Cokes.
After they ate Donna had him sit at the desk and work on his paper. She looked over his shoulder and helped. After another half hour they took a break. She sat on the edge of the bed, that chair had been pretty uncomfortable. He sat beside her. He said, "Thank you so much for helping me. If I failed this class I don't know what I'd do. It was really nice of you to offer. Not many people would do that."