"Hey, bud the radio dude is talking about you." I was so proud of my son, Tyler. He's a thriving football player and I see a big future for him. We are driving to our tenth and final visit of Tyler's top 10 schools. The man on the radio (with some awkward name like Rick Norti? I don't know) is really hyping up Tyler. We have not experienced this at other schools. The Home of the Nighthawks has always been one of my top schools for Tyler. I would have chats with Coach Morgan and I can tell the coach was the most eager for Tyler to join his team.
I have been reassuring Tyler of this school by saying "Maybe this will be the one son, the one where you go, yes this is the school for me." Unfortunately for me, I lost the chance to be courted by big-time schools like this. During one of my senior high school football games, I was sacked by a defensive lineman and I tore every ligament in my right knee. Surgery and physical therapy were not as advanced as it is now so my recovery only went as far as trying to walk normally again. Luckily, I didn't completely blow off school so I went to my local state school and majored in business. I was fortunate enough to meet some smart friends in college. We would eventually get bought out by Google after running a successful software business.
So now I just live for my wife and son. I'm Randy Mills, my wife Britney Mills and my son Tyler Mills have been making these road trips for the past two years. And speaking of my wife, I also met her at college. Brit has truly been the love of my life. We are a great team. I help Tyler with his football and general guy stuff like sex, women, friends, and any of the weird teenage stuff boys go through. Whereas my wife helps with his education, morals, manners, and overall civilized human stuff. Brit is a principal at the same school Tyler attends. She ensured her assistant admins placed Tyler with the best teachers and that all his needs were met at the school.
We visited some fancy-schmancy North Carolina school and Brit absolutely fell in love with the place. I think by the end of the trip, she was in love with that school more than me. I'm serious. Not really but she's been saying stuff like, "He should choose the one with the best academics, Randy. You know the statistics about going to the NFL. I think the school in North Carolina should be priority number 1. They have the best graduation to employment rating out of the top 10 of our schools."
My son is in a weird place picking a college. I can sense it. All the schools so far have been cool and offer a lot. But it seems like he wants to feel that spark or he wants the school to do something for him, I don't know. I try not to press the issue and let him enjoy this time in his life. It's not every day you have billion dollar schools fighting for your talent. I want to ask him so we can talk it through and maybe see if one of the schools actually has what he wants.
However, I think it's best to keep a hands-off approach and encourage him throughout these trips like, "This will be the one. I heard they're bringing out all the stops. Cheerleaders, famous alumni, catering from the best restaurants in town! And the coach, he probably spends the most time on the phone with you out of all the other coaches huh? Oh hell yeah, I'm pumped, baby!"
I spot my wife looking over at me like I'm crazy to go against her wishes for Tyler to attend that NC school. Her long brunette hair swayed with her odd, but sexy, long face while giving me a disappointing look advocating for this school. She's only 5' 5", 105 lbs but her demeanor and personality make her a dominating force at school.
She is the same way at home. Always telling Tyler and me what to do. Take out the trash, do the dishes, take the dog for a walk, blah blah blah. But, without her, I would be completely dysfunctional. She is my rock. And my naughty little minx in the bedroom. She's dominant in bed. Whatever she commands, I willingly and wholeheartedly obey. When I was younger I came to find that our relationship goes against "norms". I'm supposed to be dominant, the man in the house. But that doesn't work for us. And it's never been that way. I like being laid back and carefree. And Brit balances me with her punctual and demanding nature. After hearing my friends talk about their wives, I'm lucky we still have a great relationship and sex life after 18 years of marriage. I'm surprised we still go this hard at the age of 43.
We met in my 3rd year and her 2nd year of college. I was 20 and she was 19 at the time. But, when we met she was in a relationship with some douche. He did not appreciate her. Used her for her smarts and sex. She did all his essays and assignments. She paid for his food and groceries and used her for a roof over his head. Brit did not necessarily come from money, but her parents saved enough that if she worked a few hours during the school year, she could afford a nice apartment with only a few roommates. Remember, college wasn't that expensive in the 80s, unlike today.
Anyways, we met in my last general ed class, chemistry lab. I soon realized her mood was dependent on how her boyfriend treated her the day before. She would be jovial when her boyfriend pampered her and told her sweet things. But, she would shut down when he was acting like a toxic prick.
I caught them arguing right before class near the end of the semester. He was doing all the stereotypical douche stuff. Talking over her, making her feel like his problems were her fault, and pointing his finger directly at her face when he talked. I couldn't stand that shit anymore. I walked over to them and slapped his hand away while he was in mid-speech.
"Dude, I can't stand your shit anymore. Take your negative shit somewhere else."
"The fuck are you going to do limp dick." I still had a limp at the time. Even after 2 years of recovery, I was unable to walk normally. When I graduated and had some money, I went to a new physical therapist and he was a godsend. Anyways back to the douche.
"Whatever, idiot. At least I can afford my own shit. I'm more of a man than whatever you are." I turn my attention to Brit. "Let's go to class, fuck this guy." I take her hand and lead her to our lab. I just realized this was one of the only acts of dominance I had in our relationship. Taking her hand and led her to class. Kinda cliche and funny now that I think about it.
When we sat at our station, her expression was still the same when I interrupted them. Her face was a mix of scared, terrified, and humiliated. I couldn't stand her looking like that.
When the lab started she finally spoke, "I don't need you to save me. I can take care of myself, Randy."
"I know you can. But, I just wanted him to know he could take a hike. You don't deserve that."
"You know, he's cheating on me." I see she starts to slowly break down. Tears formed in her eyes. "I confronted him about it before class. That's why he was like that with me. I saw his hand on some other girl's ass. That fucker is cheating."
"Then break up with that asshole then."
"I don't know. Maybe Tonight. It's just... I don't know."
After we complete the rest of the lab, we walk down the hallway together. Before we part at our usual spot, she stops in the middle of the hallway. "Hey Randy, thank you for today, though. I appreciate what you did, even though I can hold my own."
"I know you can. The way you bossed me around during our lab made me realize you will probably be a CEO one day or something, " I said, laughing. But she wasn't laughing. She looked up at me with a fire in her eyes. I think she noticed her reaction to what I said and quickly changed back to her normal demeanor.
"You think so?"
"Sure, why not? I would have a D in this class if not for you." I'm not exaggerating, she made sure all our work was correct.
"Huh, I'll see you on Friday, Mills." She takes off walking with a renewed pep in her step. I don't know what I said but it was nice to see that happy Brit was back.
Yes, we had chem lab on Friday. Stupid general ed classes are always scheduled on Fridays. But that day, I wasn't particularly sad to be there. When she walked through the door her eyes were locked right to me. Like a terminator saying, "Target Acquired." Midway through our lab, she surprised me by saying, "So, we are going to eat dinner tonight, Mills. At the cafeteria, around 8 tonight." This was not a question. It was a demand. Her confidence is back and she knows I wouldn't say no. Throughout that semester she always caught me taking glances at her. I was in love with her 32c tits and that ass that was advanced for her time. She was an early believer in squatting exercises.
"Umm, yeah 8 sounds nice. Looking forward to it."
"I know you are." She whispers to herself with determination in her eyes.
Later in the lab, I asked her, "So did you break up with him?" I ask cautiously.
"He's irrelevant now." She gives a quick, decisive answer. Not even breaking away from the beaker she was using.
