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I was sitting down on my couch watching Oregon vs Washington. Both were Top 15 teams and hoping to continue winning. Every win kept their hopes of making the College Football Playoffs alive. It was halfway through the first quarter when my doorbell rang. I muted the game.
"Doors open!" I yelled.
I heard the door open then close shut.
"Hello." Came a familiar female voice.
I got up and walked towards the door. I caught up to her just outside the entrance to the front room.
"Hello Mrs. Jones." I said, sticking my hand out.
She took my hand and shook it.
"Hello Coach Stevenson." she replied back.
"Please, call me Shaun. Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Yes please. What are you drinking?"
"Lemonade."
"That would be wonderful to be honest. Thank you."
"Have a seat and I'll go get you a glass."
I walked into the kitchen. I knew why she was here. Her son Travis was our starting running back, starting cornerback, and our special teams returner. Last night, he decided to celebrate his eighteenth birthday and our rivalry shutout victory, by getting drunk at a party and then peeing on a church sign. Of course, he got arrested and is sitting in jail. He can't see a judge until Monday.
Travis was the first "star rated" player from our school since I was. He's six foot one and two hundred ten pounds. He ran a legitimate 4.45 in the 40. While I was a three-star rated recruit, Travis was a four-star. He had offers from quite a few "Power Five" schools and pretty much every "Group of Five" school. Since he was such a highly rated football player, his arrest quickly made the rounds with the news media. Because of this, I spent all morning and a good portion of the afternoon, on the phone with these schools.
Some of the schools had pulled their scholarship offers since he got arrested. They can't have that type of bad publicity and distraction in the locker room and around the program. I did manage to talk a few schools into keeping his offer open.
I poured the lemonade into a glass and headed out to my front room. She was here to talk me out of suspending Travis for the state playoff games. That entails Sectionals, Regionals, Districts, Semis, and State Title Game, if we were to make it that far. This was my first season as Head Coach of my Alma Mater. We finished the regular season with a 9-1 record and the #4 seed. Which meant that we'd be hosting our first home playoff game since the rule change, and our first playoff game since my senior year.
Mrs. Jones was sitting on the end of my couch. I handed her the lemonade, then went and sat down where I was originally sitting. I turned off the game and sat forward.
"What can I do for you Mrs. Jones?" I asked.
She took a drink of the lemonade and sat it down. She folded her hands in her lap.
"Please call me Trish."
"OK Trish, what can I do for you?"
I heard you're thinking about suspending Travis for the entire playoffs."
"I'm considering it Trish. He's been arrested and charged with two first degree misdemeanors. He's looking at possible jailtime."
"I understand, I really do. This is the first time he's ever gotten in trouble though. He makes the B Honor Roll every quarter."
"Trish. I understand all of what you're saying and doing. I'd do the same thing if it was my child. I cannot however, give off the appearance that I'm favoring Travis just because he's our best player."
"If we were to go all the way through the playoffs, that would be a five-game suspension. That's the same as half an entire regular season. "
"I'm aware Trish. I haven't made a final decision about it though."
"He's sitting in jail for the weekend. He's lost scholarship offers. The fines are going to cost him everything he's saved. Isn't that enough?"
"No, it's not. He's going to be suspended. I simply haven't decided for how long."
"He just made a mistake. Haven't you ever made a mistake?"
"Of course. Just not legal trouble."
Trish picked up her glass of lemonade and took a nice drink. I looked at the game and it was halfway through the second quarter already. UW was up 10-3. I heard the glass hit the table. I looked back at her. She took a deep breath in and out.
"Do you find me attractive Shaun?"
"Excuse me?" I replied, knowing full well what she had said.
"Do you.....find me.....attractive?"
I smiled. "Of course. You're a beautiful woman Trish."
Trish has light brown skin. She was around five foot five and about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She had long black hair that went past her shoulders and green eyes. Trish reminded me a lot of actress Tamara Taylor. She had B cup size breasts, small C cup at most. She had a perfect apple bottom booty going on. I'd seen her at the games and had spoken to her a few times.
Trish stood up and pulled the top of her pink scrubs up over her head. She had nice full tits. Her areolas were big, and her nipples were getting hard. She slipped off her slide on shoes, then sat down and took off her socks. I sat there and stared. I was thinking in my head, if I wanted to do this or not. What type of precedent would this set? She could blackmail me.
