This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil.
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You could be forgiven for thinking my family life was boring, what with my obsession with keeping it (mostly) 'Normal'. I had 2 kids getting ready for college, so a lot of time was spent on applications, campus visits (admittedly, I didn't go on any of these, not that anyone noticed my absence), test prep, projects, and the like. Beth and Charlie pooled resources, since Beth's daughter Melissa was also going through the same thing, and they would meet to discuss it while I fucked Beth on the table. Sometimes we would be over at Beth's house with Melissa participating obviously as well (Beth turned on by having Charlie there but not finding it odd Melissa was as well). Yukiko was also getting ready for college, and she noted that Theo had an unusual breadth of knowledge on the subject for someone who had recently graduated when we talked about it.
It was early March, and the temperatures were back up to the low 60s. I was spending this Saturday sitting in the bleachers, watching my son and his soccer team playing. The Heatwaves (us) were facing off against the Bluejays (some other school; I really didn't care enough to pay attention). John was not the best of soccer players, but far from the worst, as his place on the team could attest; he was good but inconsistent, and no one, including him, was counting on any sports scholarships.
The game was not going well for our team, and we were lucky to be only trailing 2-4. The best player on the team was Ben Larson, who was our only player being scouted by colleges. He was a classmate of my son and had helped get him into the sport in the first place, and was also the guy Yukiko kept trying to set up Sarah with.
Nancy, Ben's older sister, had been all-state in high school and was now a big star at UT Austin, so it ran in the family. She was seated behind me in the bleachers, and being entirely too loud and enthusiastic about Ben's play and too critical of everyone else's. "Jesus Christ!" I heard behind me, as John fumbled a pass and the other team got the ball. "If he can't pass any better than that, they should yank him."
It was just a game between schools, nothing serious. Most of the team was just there to play; the Larson siblings were the only ones being super gung ho. However, like most parents, I don't much like public criticism of my kid (even if in this case it might be a bit valid). "It's just a friendly game, Jesus," I said, yelled backwards at her. "Calm down."
I was going to leave it at that, but she couldn't let it go. "Too bad if I insulted your kid, but if he can't play the game, he ought to stop screwing it up for the ones who can," she replied. I have always disliked rudeness, and rudeness together with nastiness really sets me off. I did not take kindly to her remark.
"Don't you think it's about time you put high school soccer in perspective?" I shot back, not nicely.
"Don't blame me if your kid doesn't have what it takes," she replied. That was the last straw.
"You're going to apologize for that remark, you arrogant little bitch," I said coldly, turning to look her square in the eyes. I could see a bit of fear there as she saw she had crossed a line with me, but she wasn't about to back down.
"Shove it, jerk," was all she said. Well alright then.
"I think I will shove it," I said icily. "Right up your ass." Her eyes widened as I stood up and began to undo my pants, and she began looking around and gesturing frantically at the other parents in the bleachers and standing nearby. No one was paying us the slightest attention, watching the field. Just to rub it in, John suddenly scored with a brilliant move (not outside his own abilities, but I gave him a quick boost to rub her face in it).
"Leave me alone, asshole," she said, raising her voice, trying to attract the attention of people nearby. My hand reached for her shirt and ripped it and her bra clean away with a single pull, her breasts bouncing as they came free. She let out an ear-shattering cry for help, voice full of fear. No one heard her, but her scream had an effect on me. I had let my anger get the better of me again, after swearing I wouldn't let it after Marianne. I wanted to humble this girl, but this was violence, and I was not okay with it.