I grinned and took off the condom. I rolled Raven onto her back, and she gave me the evil eye. She said no more, so I pushed her big breasts together and straddled her chest. Raven simply shook her head as I began. I was already close, so it didn’t take long. When I finally climaxed, it was a weak offering, and Mr. Happy went into a coma. It might be days before he would get up again.
I rolled off her and instantly fell asleep. One upside to hiring a hooker is that you don’t have to talk to them or cuddle afterward.
◊◊◊ Sunday October 4
“I found him. Go ahead and leave. I’ll get him there as soon as I can,” Brandon said.
I’d made sure he had a key to every room in case of an emergency. I didn’t appreciate it when he opened the curtains. A guy needed his rest! I heard a female moan and looked down. Raven’s face was on my stomach, and she must have drooled because it felt wet.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Nine o’clock. You’re supposed to be at brunch with the head coach in forty-five minutes, and it takes twenty to get there. What happened? No, wait, I don’t want to know. Just get up and get into the shower. I’ll pack your bag so we can check out,” Brandon said.
I poked Raven who jerked awake and had that moment where she wasn’t sure where she was. Then she looked up at me and shook her head.
“We need to get up,” I told her.
I helped her to the shower, and we both began to wake up.
“I had fun. Thanks,” I said.
“If you’re ever in South Florida, call me. I’d love to see you again,” Raven said.
“I’d like that.”
Brandon pounded on the door, so we finally got the message. When I walked back out of the bathroom, the smell of sex about knocked me over. I had no idea how housecleaning would deal with this. I got dressed and left a tip for housecleaning in the bathroom. I then pulled off a couple of large bills and gave them to Raven. She smiled and thanked me. I almost forgot about the money in the safe. Brandon wasn’t happy when I had to run back to the room and get it. When I showed him what it was, he just shook his head.
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We were the last ones to arrive at Coach Start’s house. I had met a couple of the recruits who were here for the game, but now saw they had about thirty for the weekend. Alan found us and showed me the itinerary for the day.
10:00 Brunch
11:00 Back to Campus
11:30 Nutrition Presentation
11:45 Strength Staff Presentation
12:30 Sports Medicine Presentation
12:45 Meet Coaching Staff
1:15 Meet Head Coach
3:00 Head back to Atlanta for Flight
“Do you think we could just talk to the coaches and get on the road? I’m supposed to be at a family dinner tonight,” I said while mentally calculating travel time. I didn’t think we would be home until around eight.
Brandon was about to go talk to someone when I stopped him.
“I think everyone would benefit from the presentations. Why don’t you see if you can just get me out of it? I’ve already been exposed to this when Bo sent me to STIC in Chicago. You and Alan can make sure everyone makes it home,” I said.
STIC was the Sports Training Institute of Chicago. I’d attended to get specialized training for both football and baseball. They’d also given me a thorough medical evaluation, and recommended a comprehensive program for keeping me lean and fit. Pro athletes used STIC to keep them healthy and on top of their game. I was pleased with the results and didn’t feel the need to attend the presentations here.
Brandon left to work his magic as I walked around meeting everyone. When it was time for brunch, I saw one of the recruits get a big bowl of grits and then put two fried eggs with soft yolks on it.
“I’ve never seen anyone do that to grits,” I told him.
“It’s a Southern thing. My dad also cuts up his sausage and mixes it in. The yolks make it creamy. You should try it.”
I did, and it wasn’t bad.
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My talk with the Georgia coaching staff was not what I’d expected. While they thought I would make a great addition to their football team, they didn’t believe they had a legitimate chance to land me. The University of Georgia would make me an offer, but their focus would be on quarterbacks in the South with whom they felt they had already built relationships.
In a fit of immaturity, I told them not to bother with an offer. Not that I wanted Georgia to waste time chasing me, it was a feeling that they had in a way disrespected me somehow. If I ever ended up in the SEC, I would love to put a beatdown on them when we played.
I guess I never thought anyone wouldn’t want the number 1 quarterback to come to their school. I’d made the effort to fly in and see their university on my dime. Yes, I wanted to see Alabama play in person, but I’d picked the Georgia game for a reason. I could have chosen the Alabama games at Texas A&M, Mississippi State, or Auburn. If Georgia was lukewarm about me visiting, they should have told me.
