Coming Home - Book 4
Douglas Fox
Coming Home
Book 4
by Douglas Fox
© 2026
Prologue
Coming Home – Book 4 picks up as the 2032 football season starts and is a continuation of the Coming Home series following Kyle and Penny Martin and their children as they return home to Landenberg, PA when Kyle is hired as the head coach for the Philadelphia Eagles. You should read Coming Home, Books 1, 2 and 3 before tackling this book.
I must thank Persecutor for his invaluable assistance with editing this story. The remaining errors that may have crept into the are entirely my fault.
Cover Photo: AI generated picture of Danny Martin preparing to launch a pass deep downfield.
Image © 2026, Douglas Fox
Chapter One
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Monday, September 13, 2032 – Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, Philadelphia, PA
Jacob Metcalf was perched nervously on a chair in the waiting room. His wife Natalie had gone to the cafeteria to get sandwiches and coffee for the two of them while they waited to hear how their son Noah’s surgery went. Jacob as the assigned beat reporter for ESPN covering the Philadelphia Eagles. As soon as Kyle Martin walked by Jacob recognized the famous face.
“Coach… Coach Martin,” Jacob called out. Kyle stopped abruptly and turned to face the reporter.
“Jacob… uh, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Kyle stammered in surprise.
“Nor I, you,” Jacob replied. “I hope you aren’t here for a sick child.”
“All my kids are fine,” Kyle replied. “I could ask the same of you.”
“My eight-year-old son, Noah, had abdominal pain last night,” Jacob explained. “My wife and I brought him here to the ER this morning. He is having an appendectomy as we speak.”
“I hope that goes well for your son,” Kyle replied.
“What brings you…” Jacob asked, just as a surgeon came out to the waiting area. “Dr. Henry?” Jacob asked as he turned to face the surgeon.
“Noah’s surgery went well,” Abby Henry replied, trying to disguise the double take she did when she saw her brother-in-law Kyle standing with her patient’s father. “He will be in the recovery room for about thirty minutes before we move him to his regular room for the day.”
“Thank you, that is excellent news,” Jacob gushed. “When can my wife and I see him?”
“After he is moved to his regular room,” Abby answered. “I will have a nurse let you know when you can go see him.”
“Thank you again, Dr. Henry,” Jacob said.
Abby looked quizzically at Kyle and commented, “Good to see you, Kyle.”
“Good to see you too, Abby,” Kyle responded.
“I have other duties, so please excuse me,” Abby replied. She turned and disappeared behind the staff only door.
“You know my surgeon?”
“Abby… uh, Dr. Henry is my sister-in-law,” Kyle replied.
“I was about to ask you why you were here when Dr. Henry came out with the good news about my son,” Jacob said. “You’re here to visit your sister-in-law?”
“Um… well, um…” Kyle stuttered. He blushed a bit. “Us meeting here today… this is totally off the record, OK? I visit with sick kids here occasionally. I don’t want this publicized. I just feel that if I can visit a sick kid and brighten his day a little in what is likely a very grim day, then I need to do that. I have been blessed in my life and this is a way to pay it forward.”
“That is a nice thing to do,” Jacob said.
“I do what I can,” Kyle responded. “One of my mentors, Zack Hayes strong-armed me into doing a hospital visit when we were in college together. It felt good to bring a little brightness to sick kids’ lives. I try to do this when I can fit it into my schedule.”
“I’ll not write a word of this,” Jacob said.
“I may see you a little later,” Kyle added before turning to go. “Noah Metcalf? I will have someone look up his room number before I leave. I’ll drop in to say hello.”
“My son would go nuts for that,” Jacob answered.
Kyle went on to his visits. He did stop off and wish Noah Metcalf the best before heading back to NovaCare Complex and preparations for next Sunday’s game with the 49ers.
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Monday, September 13, 2032 – Avon Grove High School
“I missed you at the game yesterday,” Anna commented as she hugged Danny Martin before home room period. “You missed a great game. Our Eagles trounced the Browns 31-10. Aiden played great.”
“I got home from camping just before noon yesterday,” Danny replied. “I missed the ride down to the Linc [Lincoln Financial Field, where the Eagles play]. I watched the game on TV at home instead. Aiden did play well. Is your dad OK with backing him up?”
“Daddy has been a backup for like… eight or nine years,” Anna allowed. “He is used to it. He likes this team and his coaches.”
“I know my dad likes him too,” Danny said.
“I think Philly will be Daddy’s final stop in the NFL,” Anna said. “I hope we settle here permanently when he is done playing.”
“I hope so too,” Danny replied. He gave Anna a quick kiss after checking to make sure no teachers were watching. The two started walking towards Anna’s homeroom.
“Hell of a game Friday night against Great Valley, Danny,” some kid, probably a sophomore, said as he clapped Danny on the back. “You really kicked their asses.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Danny commented as the kid walked away. The game on Friday night had gone well. The Red Devils traveled up to Malvern to play the Great Valley Patriots. Danny and the Red Devils dominated, winning 41-0. Danny threw for two touchdowns and ran for two more before getting pulled mid-third quarter. Liam Richards finished the game.
Three more kids stopped Danny to complement him on his play at the game as he escorted Anna to her room before doubling back to go to his homeroom. It was cool being recognized as Danny Martin, talented varsity quarterback, rather than just being recognized as Kyle Martin’s son. He could get used to this feeling.
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Tuesday, September 14, 2032 – Avondale Scout Cabin, Avondale, PA
Jessie gave Danny and Anna a ride to the first venturer crew meeting of the fall. Troop 100’s Bigfoot Patrol was well represented that night. Mason Jones, Logan Robertson, Blake Hastings and Nolan Phillips all came. Evie Doyle, Logan’s girlfriend joined to that evening. Tucker Longenecker, Mason’s boyfriend, and Tucker’s friend, Liam Shannon, from the Avondale troop, joined as well.
Some of the parents of the kids in the crew met in the cabin’s kitchen while the youth focused on plans for the biking trip on the C&O Canal next month. Mr. Morrison, whose son Adam was now in college, announced near the end of the meeting that he was stepping back from being an advisor with the crew. Christina Hammond’s mom was continuing on as the lead female advisor for the crew.
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Wednesday, September 15, 2032 - Avon Grove High School, West Grove, PA
"Jessie, have you heard that auditions for this fall's play are tomorrow?" Mr. Sanchez asked as he chanced to meet her in the hallway between second and third periods. "You were wonderful last spring as Mrs. Kirby. I hope you are considering trying out for a part in this fall's production."
"It's a musical, isn’t it?"
"We are doing Spamalot," Mr. Sanchez responded. "It is a musical."
"My family isn't all that musical," Jessie replied. "I was thinking about signing up for the backstage crew instead."
"We have some parts that do not require singing," Mr. Sanchez said. "Come, try out. What's the worst that happens? You aren't musically inclined and play a speaking only part or end up working the stage crew anyway. Come try out. You may surprise yourself. Have some confidence in your talents. I know I do."
"I guess I can try," Jessie said. It dawned on her that it may not have been chance that Mr. Sanchez bumped into her in the hallway. She was moving from Room 210 down the second-floor hallway to Room 226. Mr. Sanchez's class room was on the first floor. He must have checked her schedule and made a point of seeing her. Maybe she should do this.
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Jackson spotted Jessie join the lunch line about thirty seconds after him. He dropped back the dozen students and joined her further back in line. Their schedules sucked. Wednesdays were the only day they had the same lunch period.
“How was your morning, honey?” Jackson asked as he joined up with his girlfriend. Lunch monitors were looking so no kiss or hug was allowed.
“The usual,” Jessie shrugged. “Nothing special. How about your morning?”
“More of the same,” Jackson replied. “I guess it’s your turn to join my friends today.” They had taken turns, sitting with Jackson’s crew of buddies two Wednesdays ago and then sitting with Jessie, Kaylie, Logan, Ann, Nora and Julie last Wednesday.
“I suppose,” Jessie sighed, showing a distinct lack of enthusiasm for the idea.
“You don’t want to sit with my friends today?” Jackson asked.
“It’s fine,” Jessie responded. “It’s your turn.”
“You don’t need to sit with me if it isn’t what you want,” Jackson said. “What’s wrong with my buddies?”
“Nothing is wrong with them,” Jessie replied, “…if you want to talk about sports and cars the whole lunch period.”
“I suppose I could sit with your friends,” Jackson responded, through with no enthusiasm.
“What is wrong with my friends?” Jessie asked.
“Nothing,” Jackson answered. “I enjoy talking about Philmont with Kaylie, Logan and you. Your other friends seem less enthusiastic about that topic.”
“Yeah, they’ve reminded me a few times too,” Jessie agreed. “It was a great trip but I guess we can get carried away talking about the Ranch.”
“So?”
“I guess we don’t need to eat lunch together,” Jessie allowed. “We have fun on our dates. We hang out before homeroom every morning. We have German III together. I guess it won’t hurt if we don’t eat lunch together for thirty minutes a week.”
“I’ll see you at German III after next period,” Jackson said. They went through the lunch line and picked up their food. Jackson headed over to sit with his buddies after he paid for his lunch. Jessie headed off to sit with her friends.
‘How long could this relationship last?’ Jackson wondered as he walked over to join his buddies. He was just a run-of-the-mill guy, nobody special. Jessie was gorgeous, popular and came from a wealthy family. What hope was there for their relationship to last? He would enjoy it while he could.
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Later in the afternoon, Jackson caught up with Jessie. “How about we go to a party Saturday night instead of the movies?” he asked. “My buddy Carter Hawthorne is hosting.”
“We could do that,” Jessie agreed. Beer? A chance to have sex in a bed? “Sounds good to me.”
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Thursday, September 16, 2032 - Avon Grove High School
Jessie showed up at the auditorium at 3:00 PM for tryouts for the Avon Grove Performing Arts Club's production of Monty Python's (and Eric Idle's) Spamalot. Mr. Sanchez and Mrs. Young, a music teacher, had her read lines with Chris Rush. Chris was a good friend, who played Mr. Kirby opposite her as Mrs. Kirby last spring. He read the part of King Arthur. She read the part of Patsie, King Arthur's trusty servant.
"Uh... Mr. Sanchez, isn't Patsie a man's part in Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail?" Jessie asked before they started the reading.
"It IS Monty Python," Mr. Sanchez agreed. "Their stock in trade was cross dressing. This time we may try it in reverse and have a female play a male's role instead of Eric Idle or one of the others in the troupe dressed as women."
"Oh... kay," Jessie agreed. She and Chris read the lines. Glances at the teachers observing caught the teachers smiling as the two ran through the lines.
Next came the singing part. Chris went first. They were told they could sing whatever music they wanted for the audition. It was not necessary to use tunes from the actual musical. Chris sang beautifully. Jessie could not help but admire his performance. Chris was nailing this audition. She knew he would be appearing as King Arthur when the curtain went up on opening night.
It was her turn next. This was the moment she was dreading. While Jessie was head and shoulders better than her dad and brothers at singing, she did not think she was anything special. Whatever talent she had for music; she had inherited from her mom. Her dad, David and Danny had zero talent. Dad often joked his best musical talent was sitting quietly and listening to others perform. The jury was still out on whether Robbie would share the lack of musical talent with his older brothers.
Jessie sang her favorite Taylor Swift tune. She did her best and thought she hadn't sounded too terrible. She looked down at Mr. Sanchez and Mrs. Young. At least they weren't frowning.
"You did fine, Jessie," Mr. Sanchez said, now smiling. "Thank you for auditioning for a part. We will post the results on the bulletin board outside the music room on Monday morning."
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Friday, September 17, 2032 – Avon Grove High School
The JV team played at 4:30 in the afternoon. Chris Goebel and his team beat the Owen J. Roberts JV Wildcats easily, winning 27-10. The older team members assured Danny that they would have no problem with the Wildcat varsity team. They had beaten them handily last season.
The older players’ confidence may have been misplaced. The Wildcat defense was ferocious. Danny was sacked twice in the first quarter. He did manage to hit on a deep pass, which Noah Holbrook ran in for a touchdown. The score was 9-7 after the first quarter, with the Wildcats leading.
The offensive line settled down and gave Danny more time to throw. He hit Ricardo Munez on a deep route in the second quarter, grabbing a 14-9 lead over OJR. The Wildcats responded with a long, clock eating drive. The Red Devil’s defense held in the red zone (inside the opponent’s 20 yard line). The Wildcats settled for a field goal to bring the score to 14-12.
Danny and the offense had 1:32 left in the half. The offensive line held and gave Danny time for some magic. He passed the ball down field in 10-12 yard chunks, taking the easy sideline routes that the Wildcats weren’t covering while they protected against the deep ball. Their drive bogged down as the field compressed. A Wildcat DB batted away a pass to Ricardo in the end zone on third down and ten yards to go at the Wildcats 25 yard line. 0:07 remained on the clock.
Coach Meyer sent sophomore kicker, Bill Everson, out to try a 42-yard field goal. Bill had done well so far this season, now that he was on varsity. He had not missed an extra point or field goal yet this season. Bill just hooked the kick a little. The team watched in frustration was the ball slipped right and just slid by the right upright of the goal post.
The Wildcats got the ball to start the second half. The Red Devil’s defense made a few adjustments and were ready. They stopped the Wildcats in three plays, forcing them to punt the ball. Danny and the Red Devil’s offense lined up at their own 26 yard line. Coach Meyer called for a play action pass.
The run fake did not draw the defensive backs up. They mirrored the Red Devils receivers as they raced down the field. The interior linemen of the pass rush got spread a little wide as they tried to reach Danny. Danny coolly stepped up into the void in the center of the line and scanned for an open receiver. No one.
All Danny saw was green grass in front of him. All the DBs had their backs to him as they chased Ricardo, Jacob, Noah and Mike down the field. Danny smiled to himself, tucked the ball to his side and raced down the field. Danny crossed midfield before the DBs even realized he was running. The Red Devils receivers did good jobs blocking them away as their leader streaked for the end zone. The defensive back Ricardo was blocking managed to slip away and make a lunge for Danny near the end zone. Danny stumbled as the back grabbed his ankle but still managed to fall into the end zone. Touchdown! Bill Everson drilled the point after through the uprights. Score: 21-12, Red Devils’ favor.
The Red Devil’s defense had the Wildcats number now. They did not manage to score any points in the second half. With a decent lead, Coach Meyer concentrated on running the ball. Hector Chavez scored a TD. With the Wildcat offense stymied, their defense spent too much time on the field. The kids were hunched over, panting between plays. The Red Devils kept running hard against the wilting defense. Noah McMullen scored a TD in the fourth quarter and Bill Everson redeemed himself by hitting a 44-yard field goal late in the game. The final score was 38-12, Red Devils’ favor.
Danny got permission from his mom for him and Anna to go over to the pizza place in West Grove to celebrate their victory. Ricardo Munez made sure they had a ride to West Grove and then back to Landenberg before their 11:00 pm curfews.
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Saturday, September 18, 2032 – Hawthorne Residence, Chatham, PA
“Welcome to our house,” an older man said as he opened the door. Jessie tried to hide her surprise when Carter’s dad answered the door. “Your friends are downstairs in the basement. I’ll show you the way.”
Jackson and Jessie followed him through the house to the basement. Once the door was closed, as they headed downstairs, Jessie commented, “Parents are home? That could cut down on our fun tonight.”
“I had no idea, Jessie,” Jackson responded. “That wasn’t the plan yesterday when I talked with Carter.”
The other guests to the party were already downstairs. “What’s up?” Jackson asked, pointing to the stairs.
“Sorry about them, bro,” Carter responded. “Totally not what I expected for tonight. My little sister came up sick, so my parents canceled their plans for the evening.”
“Yeah, it kind of sucks,” Alex Walsh added. “Emma and I had plans for some private time upstairs tonight.” Alex and Emma Forrester had dated since the end of school last year and had been a couple since school started.
“And the beer?” Jackson asked.
“It is safely stashed away where my parents will not find it,” Carter replied. “We’ll drink it sometime when they’re not around. You know everyone, don’t you Jessie?”
Jessie looked around the circle of kids. Alex and Emma she knew well. Colton Stone was there with Abby Dalton, who was in her math and English classes. Mike McCullough, she knew from eating a couple lunches with Jackson’s crew of friends. She knew his date, Claire Stallworth, only by face and reputation. They did not have any classes together. She knew Carter’s girlfriend, Liz Antonelli, well. They probably shared half their classes together in the year and a half that Jessie has lived in Chester County.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Jessie,” Claire commented. “I’ve seen you around school but I guess were never met before. Between your dad being coach of the Philadelphia Eagles and you in that play last spring, everyone in the school knows who you are.”
Jessie and Jackson took seats in the circle of teens. The group talked about school for a bit. They shared rumors about some of their classmates. After a bit, Carter suggested, “Let’s try something to liven up our party, gang. How about if we take the Rice Purity Test and see how innocent all of us are. It should be fun to see.”
The group agreed to the idea, although Colton, Claire and Abby were somewhat reluctant. Carter handed out test papers and pens to the group. They needed five minutes or so to finish the tests.
“Count up the number of check marks you made and subtract from 100,” Carter explained. “That is your purity score. Since I thought this up, I will go first. My purity score is 55.” He waited for a bit so everyone could calculate their score.
“Mike, how did you score?” Carter asked, pointing to the guy to his right in the circle.
“What did I do that you haven’t?” Mike commented. “49.”
“Claire?”
“Um… is this score right? I got a 71.”
Carter chuckled, “We’ll see. Alex?”
Alex had a 59. His girlfriend Emma had a 56. Jessie blushed as she reported her score, a 29.
“A 29? You’ve got to be joking!” Alex said. “No way!”
“I’ve checked it twice,” Jessie said. “Jackson, how is your score?”
“Um… a 45,” Jackson, blushing a little. “My score would be more like Alex’s or Carter’s if not for my sweetie.” He leaned and kissed Jessie’s cheek. “I lost ten or fifteen points of purity since Jessie and I became a couple.” He kissed Jessie again. “And I don’t have a single complaint.”
Next person in the circle was Colton. He squirmed and looked totally uncomfortable. He did not say anything.
“Colton, you’re turn,” Carter said. “Spill it, buddy.”
“NO!” Colton insisted. “This game is dumb.”
“I’ll go next,” Abby announced as the others tried to pressure Colton. “No way your score is higher than mine. My purity score is 78.”
The whole group stared at Abby in surprise. “What? I am a virgin. I am waiting for the right guy and I am not sure if I have found him.” She gave Colton a grin. “You are a candidate, Colton. But sex tonight if Carter’s parents were gone wasn’t happening. What is your score, Colton?”
“Don’t be shy, Colton,” Liz said. Liz was Carter’s date. “My score is a 71. I’m a virgin too. And don’t look shocked, Carter. We weren’t having sex tonight, regardless of my virginity. This is our first date. So… Colton?”
“I scored a 70,” Colton said, still blushing in embarrassment. “And yes, I have not had sex… um, with a girl. I am still a virgin.” Some of the group shared looks. Why did he need to clarify that that he hadn’t sex with a girl?
Carter smiled smugly. “Now for the really fun part. Give your test to your partner or date. Partners, look the test over. You have to report what surprises you most about your partner. Partner, you must explain about the activity or event your partner highlights. No chickening out.”
“No!” Coton insisted. “Hell no!”
“It could be pretty ugly if some of this gets out,” Alex noted.
“We already know who is sexually active and who is still a virgin,” Carter noted. “By the time we are done tonight, everyone will have nasty stories about everyone in this circle. We make a pact to keep what we hear tonight secret. No one else can know.”
After a bit of discussion, everyone agreed, the some were clearly reluctant. The stories tonight stayed in this basement and went no further. The couples exchanged test papers and read them over. After a couple minutes, Carter grabbed a bottle of lotion from the end table. He placed it in the center of the circle and spun it. The bottle pointed to Colton. He sighed with relief.
“Um… Abby, explain about question 37, Gave oral sex,” Colton said. “Best I can do. Abby didn’t give me much to work with, nastiness wise.”
“Um… oral sex,” Abby replied, blushing almost red. “It was with my boyfriend. He’d been pressuring me to have sex. It happened when we parked after a movie one Saturday night. We’re the backseat and he’s trying to unbutton my blouse and get his hands down my pants. Finally, I tried to divert him by giving him a blow job. I don’t know if I did it right, but he did come. What a mess. The SOB still tried to get me to go all the way, despite the blow job. When he managed to slide his hand under my panties, I had enough. I told him to take me home. I dumped his sorry ass when he dropped me off at my house.”
“Sorry about the bad experience,” Carter commented. “Jessie, you’re to the right, you’re next.” Only Abby noticed the huge sigh of relief Colton gave when the story telling went around the circle the other way. Abby would go last, revealing Colton’s secret.
“OK, Jackson, most of what is on your test is not surprise,” Jessie said.
“Most of them are things we did together, sweetie,” Jackson teased.
“There is one you checked that I did not,” Jessie grinned. “Tell us about when you went streaking. Where? When?”
“Streaking?” Jackson chuckled. “Carter already knows this story. We were nine and doing a sleepover at my house. We were in a tent in the backyard and it was late. We were playing strip poker. Carter ended up naked and all I had was my boxers. He challenged me to take off my underwear and run around the backyard naked. I did. When I got back, I challenged him to do the same thing. The two of us must have spent fifteen minutes running around my backyard and two of our neighbors’ yards bare-assed naked.”
“That was one I would have preferred you didn’t tell,” Carter said. “Jackson, you’re turn for revenge.”
Jessie steeled her nerves. She knew, just KNEW, which question Jackson would ask about, number 68, Had a threesome.
“Question 72, Had sex with a stranger,” Jackson said.
“Sex with a stranger?” Jessie said, heaving a sigh of relief. “Well two summers ago on my family’s vacation in Colorado, we did a backpacking trip with our close friend’s family. Anyway, the last night on the trail, my bff…” Jessie paused and laughed. “Maybe I should call her my ‘BFID’, best friend in Denver, since I rarely see her, just exchange texts. Anyway, my girlfriend broke up with her boyfriend the month before. She hadn’t been laid in so long. These two hunky, shirtless older teens hiked into our camp while we were setting up. God, these guys so well built, prominent abs and gorgeous tans. My girlfriend gets the hots for these two in major way. Anyway, after dinner, she and I took the families’ bear bag out to the meadow to hang it.”
Colton smiled to himself. None of these people, other than Jessie and Jackson had a clue about what a bear bag was.
“These two hot guys show up while we are raising our bear bag on the pole. We get to talking. While we are hanging out… and ogling these guys, a bunch of goats invade the meadow. One of the billy goats gets after one of the nannies. He mounts her and gives her a good time. This happens repeatedly as we talk with the hunky guys, ratcheting up the tensions higher. The evening is cooling down and the guys offer to cuddle with us to keep us warm. The billy mates with his nanny repeatedly as we watch. Any way Wendell… Wendell Masters, he starts making out with Kaylee.”
“Kaylie?” Jackson asked. “Our Kaylie?”
“No, Kaylie, ‘i,’ ‘e’ is my BF in Pennsylvania,” Jessie joked. “Kaylee spelled with two ‘e’s is my BFID. Anyway, Kaylee is making out like crazy with Wendell. Mike… uh, Mike Johnson is putting the moves on me. He nuzzled my neck as we cuddled for warmth. He nibbled on my ear. I’m ready to kiss him when Kaylee’s brothers interrupt us. The guys whisper to us and ask us to go stargazing with them at the meadow at midnight.
So, midnight comes. Kaylee is horny was hell. She talks me into accompanying her to the meadow. She plans to screw Wendell Masters. I do not plan to have sex with Mike Johnson. I go just to have Kaylee’s back. Anway, we show up in panties and long T-shirts. We’re up like 9,000 feet elevation, so it is cold up there. I cuddle with Mike while Kaylee gets with Wendell. Mike and I start making out. Damn, that guy was a good kisser. Kaylee and Wendell are making out like a storm. Soon Wendell pulls Kaylee up off the log and leads here over to the bear pole. He has her bend at the waist and grab the pole with her hands. He is behind her. He pulls down her panties, notches his dick against hole and rams it home. The look of bliss on Kaylee’s face is imprinted in my head forever.
“While Wendell is screwing Kaylee, Mike pulls me up, feels me up as he cuddled with me from behind. He maneuvers us over to the pole too, opposite Kaylee and Wendell. A hand slips down inside my panties. God, I am so wet. Before I realize what is happening, Mike yanks my panties down to my knees. The way he’s yanking them, I think he’s going to rip them. I step out of them to preserve them. Mike knocks my legs apart. I know what is coming next. I should stop him. I freeze.
“I feel Mike’s big cock nudge against my hole. He thrusts up, spearing his big, thick dick up inside me. I must tell him to stop. I can’t say a word. I just marvel at the feelings of being filled with his thick cock. Kaylee’s face goes from bliss to shock suddenly. ‘Wendell, you’ve got to pull out. You need to wear a rubber,’ Kaylee pleads. He grins evilly, grips her hips tighter and continues stroking his dick in and out of her. She’s begging, ‘Stop. You’ll get me pregnant. This is a bad time of month.’ Wendell just grins wider and keeps fucking her.
“Meanwhile, Mike has me on my tippy-toes as he rams me with his cock. He’s a good six or eight inches taller than me. Wendell continues screwing Kaylee while she begs, ‘Don’t come in me. It isn’t safe.’ The evil bastard just keeps fucking her hard.
“The two big guys keep screwing us furiously. I feel dominated by him, but his thick cock impaling me feels so sweet. I just can’t make him stop. After a couple minutes of them fucking us and Kaylee begging for Wendell to stop, Wendell grimaces, rams his dick in deep and hold’s Kaylee’s hips with an iron grip. The bastard is pumping a load of babymakers into her womb. Mike lasts maybe twenty or thirty seconds longer before he shoots. I can feel his sperm squirting up into my womb too.”
“Wait, you had sex with Wendell Masters and Mike Johnson?” Alex asked. “Masters and Johnson?”
“Yeah,” Jessie agreed before the import of the name hit her. “Um… Wendell and Mike might not have been their real names. Frankly, by the time it was done, Kaylee and I wonder if those two bastards weren’t purposely trying to knock us up. I have an IUD, so I was safe. Kaylee, not so safe. Her parents are old fashioned about sex. Allowing her to use birth control would be tantamount to encouraging their daughter to have sex, in their minds.
“Of course, Kaylee needed no encouragement to have sex. She’s a normal, hormone fueled teen. Kaylee got a bellyful of baby-making sperm two weeks before her next period, the absolute worst time possible. Thankfully, her big brother took her out to the pharmacy the next day when we got back to Denver. She managed to avoid getting knocked up.”
“That is a hell of a tale,” Carter commented.
“You were raped, Jessie,” Abby said. “Anyone wonder why I am still a virgin. I have no interest in taking chances like that.”
“It wasn’t really rape,” Jessie replied.
“You did not give consent for sex,” Abby retorted.
“I could have told him to stop,” Jessie responded. “I knew it did not matter. He was six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than me. He and Wendell were not stopping, with or without consent. All I could do was enjoy the ride.”
“I wonder what happened to those sick bastards?” Jackson asked. “Rotting in hell, I hope.”
“I hope so,” Jessie agreed.
Carter pretended to cringe as he said, “You’re turn, Liz.”
“You checked that you engaged in a sexual encounter over video chat,” Liz said. “What’s the story.”
“That’s not so bad,” Carter said with relief. “A couple girlfriends ago, she and I got off via IM. My camera was focused on my dick as I whacked off. Hers was on her pussy while she diddled herself. We made sexy comments as we tried to get off. We only did that once. It is a hell of a lot more fun to do sex in real life than over video chat.” He grinned at Liz. My turn, your questions are number 32 and 33. You exchanged sex texts and pictures with someone.”
“I got a phone when I turned fourteen,” Liz replied. “My parents said eighth grade was too young to have a boyfriend but I secretly had one anyway. We exchanged some pretty raunchy texts before we exchanged full frontal nude photos to each other. Things escalated when he sent me a dick pic. He asked I return a full beaver shot with my legs wide open. My mom found the texts and dick pic before I could respond to him. I lost my phone privileges for six months.”
“Claire, you are up next.”
“Your score sheet says the police arrested you and you were convicted of a crime, what’s up with that?”
“All of you know what happened at the performing arts wrap party last spring,” Mike replied. Most heads around the room nodded assent. “I drove that night.”
“Oh shit!” Alex commented.
“Yeah, oh shit,” Mike agreed. “I had one beer when I arrived at the party. I had just finished a second when the police arrived. I would have been fine to drive home two or three hours later when the party was supposed to end. My car is out front and I am so busted. I just stood there and let the cops take me. I stank of beer. I blew an 0.09 when they tested my blood alcohol level. The attorney my parents got suggested it would be best for me to be contrite and admit my guilt. I did. My parents paid a big fine that I am still working to repay to them. I had to do fifty hours of community service. That night just sucked, big time!” Mike looked at Jessie. “You were at the party too, Jess. Did you get caught like me?”
“My boyfriend and I were smart,” Jessie replied. “When Kai and his idiot friends cranked the volume up again after the neighbor complained, we knew what was coming next. We went out the back door well before the police arrived. We made it down to the next road where the police questioned us before they rolled up on the party. They allowed us to go. My mom picked us up and we got away clean.”
“That explains question number 62, have the police questioned you,” Jackson commented. “I wondered.”
“Mike, you get to return fire at Claire,” Carter said.
“Boy, Liz, you didn’t give me much to work with,” Mike said. “I guess I will ask about having sex without a condom.”
“I took that question to really be about sex without protection instead of sex without a rubber,” Claire said.
“Hey change my score to 29 if sex without a rubber means doing it without protection,” Jessie interjected.
Alex teased, “28? 29? It does not matter you wicked, wicked girl.”
“Doing it without protection,” Claire laughed. “It was my first time. My then boyfriend and I were clueless freshmen. It was on a day with no school, you know the one we can’t call Columbus Day anymore. I had a big empty house for the day. My boyfriend rode over and we spent the day making out. Things escalated. Clothes came off. Before we knew what we were doing, we’re both naked and his sliding his skinny, little dick up inside me. He lasted about three seconds before he came. You’re under the gun now, Alex.”
“OK,” Alex replied. “Shoot.”
“This is hard,” Emma said. “Nearly everything you checked off I checked off too. I know most of it are things we did together. There is one. Someone walked in on you while you were having sex. Tell us about it. This wasn’t me.”
“Not much to say,” Alex replied. “It was with my second girlfriend. Her best friend barged into my room while I was having sex. She said, ‘Oops, excuse me,” and left. That is it.”
“Abby, your turn to quiz Colton,” Carter said.
“OK, this is really about four of your answers,” Abby said. “You gave a blow job, you received a blow job, swallowed come and committed incest. I am guessing these go together.”
Colton face turned bright red with embarrassment. “This story stays in this room.” He glared at the circle of friends. “Not one fucking word of this gets out or I will FUCKING kill every one of you.” The group was taken aback at his vehemence. Normally Colton was pretty even-keeled. Every single teen agreed to keep their silence.
“Your guess is correct, Abby,” Colton said. “This was years ago. I was doing a sleepover at my cousins in the summer. Both of us had just turned thirteen. His birthday is eight days after mine. We both discovered jerking off some months before. We did it watching each other when we did sleepovers. Well, that night we had been browsing some porn and watched this chick suck off a dude. He seemed to really enjoy it. We were just bullshitting when we joked about what a blow job would feel like. Out of the blue he suggests, ‘I’ll blow you if you do me too.’ We thought about it for a moment and decided to do it. We flipped a coin to see who had to blow who first. I lost so I sucked him off first. My cousin didn’t warn me before he came, he just blasted a load of sperm into my mouth. God, that stuff tastes nasty.
“I clean up and then it is his turn. Getting a blow job is the bomb! I had the decency to warn him before I came. I plastered his face, neck and chest with sperm, but I did put a little in his mouth. That is the story, no one, NO ONE tells one fucking word of this to anyone that is not in the circle. Clear?”
Everyone agreed to his stipulation. “Your turn Abby… Miss 78. You didn’t give me much to work with. Question number 20, you were caught masturbating. Tell us more.”
“There isn’t much to tell,” Abby replied. “I was twelve and just discovered the fun of masturbating. My mom walked in on me one night while I was taking a bath. She found me with a finger stuffed up my hole. Both of us were so embarrassed.”
That ended the stories from the purity test. Conversation kind of died for a little. Carter suggested they put on a movie. They picked an old slasher movie. The teens spent the 95 minutes calling out warning and giving catcalls to the bad acting in the movie.
Jessie and Jackson left as soon as the movie was over, around 10:15 PM. They wanted to find a place to park since they missed their first chance for sex in a bed since they became a couple. Jackson hadn’t packed his sleeping pad or a blanket, since they expected to screw in a bed that evening. The two decided to re-enact Jessie’s time in the meadow up in the Rockys. Jackson hammered her hard, just like Mike had down fifteen months earlier. Jessie was well satisfied and gave Jackson a very passionate deep kiss when he dropped her off at her house.
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[Where were Ryan Thompson and Jon Smith, a.k.a Wendell Masters and Mike Johnson? They were currently sitting in cells at the Colfax County Detention Center in Raton, New Mexico, awaiting trial for statutory rape and fourth degree criminal sexual penetration. Ryan and Jon had not changed their ways since encountering Jessie Martin and Kaylee Rasmussen fifteen months earlier. The sick bastards continued visiting frat houses all over the mid-west and western states during the school year. They had unprotected sex with a couple dozen young women during the school year.
The opportunities were slim in the past summer, with most frats nearly deserted until fall. A frat brother of theirs at the University Wyoming invited them to crash at his place for a weekend in July. The guy planned to throw an “epic” party with lots of college friends home for the summer. Some of the buddy’s high school friends got invited too. More high school girls showed up. No one kicked the pretty young things out.
Ryan hooked up with this cute “sixteen-year old” honey at the party. His smooth, well-practiced patter easily talked the young teen to a back bedroom for fun. The girl was cherry. Never skipping a beat as he seduced her, he offered the old stand-by lie, ‘you can’t get pregnant the first time.’
The girl, Alyssa, was actually barely fourteen and big breasted, passing for older. She came with her just turned fifteen girlfriend, Hannah. Jon seduced Hannah. She wasn’t virgin, having done it once a month earlier with her now ex-boyfriend. Her first time had been painful and all too brief. Jon revealed a world of sexual fun to the young teen. She loved riding Jon’s rod so much they did it three times, without any protection.
The two girls had so much fun, that they readily consented to meeting up with “Wendell” and “Mike” after lunch Sunday. Ryan dumped another two loads in Alyssa, as did Jon in Hannah.
Neither not quite innocent teen understood why they were so easily seduced that weekend. Both were fertile. The Alyssa dropped an egg an hour before going to the party. She probably went to sleep about the time the millions of sperm found her egg and one of them fertilized it. Hannah ovulated early the next morning. Her egg was fertilized before their Sunday afternoon tryst.
Ryan and Jon drove home, blithely ignorant of the danger they faced. They hoped their buddy would be able to find out if they managed to impregnate those cute teens.
Monday morning, Alyssa and Hannah revealed their fun that weekend to a girlfriend. Their horrified friend informed them bluntly that ANYTIME you have unprotected sex, you can get pregnant. She helped the two get the morning after pill. They took it before lunch well within the 48-hour period of effectiveness. The pill works by giving a girl an extra high dose to prevent ovulation. If ovulation occurs before taking the pill, it does nothing to prevent fertilization. Since both ovulated and eggs were fertilized before taking the pills, the pills were ineffective. They both missed their periods two weeks later.
The two were panicked. Their girlfriend, a soon-to-be sophomore and much more worldly, counseled them and got them home pregnancy tests three weeks after the party. Both tests came back positive. The girls freaked. Pregnant and it would be another two weeks before they started ninth grade. Their girlfriend calmed them down and convinced them to inform their parents what happened that night three weeks earlier.
No surprise, both fathers went ballistic when they found out that college-aged predators had impregnated their sweet, innocent daughters. Both fathers reported the incident to the police. It did not take long to find out who hosted the party. A couple hours of interrogation and the frat brother quite willingly gave up Ryan and Jon’s names and addresses. He avoided an arm-long list of charges from hosting the party by fingering his friends.
The Fort Collins police arrested Ryan Thompson and Jon Smith the next morning. They were extradited to New Mexico and pled not guilty when they went before the judge at arraignment. When the DNA evidence from the girls’ stained panties came back, the two were cooked. Both guys’ DNA matched the dried semen in the girls’ panties.
Ryan and Jon’s attorney suggested they admit their guilt and try for a plea deal. They guys agreed. In order to get the deal, they had to reveal all the details of their two-and-a-half-year spree impregnating unwitting young women. Their attorney missed a step. He negotiated the deal with New Mexico, having no idea the guys’ crime spree spread all across the mid-west. Nebraska, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado were welcome to use the information to investigate and charge the perverts.
Most states went after the two gleefully. It turned out Ryan slept with six under the age of consent girls. Jon was charged with four under the age of consent girls. The authorities were not interested in applying the “Romeo and Juliet” exception, allowing close in age but under the age of consent couples to have consensual sex. If the girl was a day under the age of consent, charge them!
Detectives in Colorado tried to locate the two girls, “Jessie” and “Kayley” that the boys had tried to impregnate on the backpacking trip in the Rockys two summers ago. With no last name and no idea where the girls were from, their paperwork was filed under unsolved. One relentless detective even drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park and went through all the backpacking registrations for July, 2031. He could not find any listing with Jessie or Kaylee in it. If he’d known what to look for, he would have found a registration marked, “Rasmussen family – five” and another “Martin family-five.”
In the end, Ryan Thompson impregnated ten girls, producing four live births (three sons and a daughter) with the others getting abortions. Jon Smith won the jackpot, producing eight live births (2 sons and six daughters) with four girls getting abortions. The sick bastards were going to spend a long time in jail and then when they got out, pay most of their earnings to support the extensive brood of offsprings, until the sick bastards were old and gray.]
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Sunday, September 19, 2032 – Levi’s Stadium, Santa Clara, CA
“Hey Coach, how’s it hanging?” a familiar voice commented as Kyle felt a tap on the shoulder during pre-game warmups.
“Aaron!” Kyle gushed as he turned to see his buddy and former teammate back at Penn State, Aaron Morano. “It’s been too long.”
“Resurrecting a franchise takes a lot of time and effort,” Aaron responded as the two old friends shook hands.
“Do you keep in touch with your old team?” Kyle asked.
“I make time to make most of their games,” Aaron allowed. “My businesses keep me busy, but not too busy.” Aaron owned a few car dealerships and a chain of car wash/laundromats in the bay area.
“I hope you get the yellow jacket next winter that you deserve,” Kyle said. “You and JT [Hill] both.” Aaron had been on the ballot six times for the Hall of Fame had come close but had not received enough votes yet. JT had been on twice.
“We’ll see,” Aaron allowed.
“In twelve seasons, no one made me work harder to catch a ball then I had to do when you covered me,” Kyle responded. “That includes playing against some guys who did make the Hall of Fame. You belong there.” The two old friends talked about their kids and their lives for a couple minutes while the two teams prepared for the coming clash.
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The 49ers made the playoffs last season and the Eagles, at 5-12, were far from making the playoffs. The oddsmakers had the 49ers heavy favorites in the game. Still, many expected a closer game, since the 49ers had lost badly to the Rams in the wildcard playoffs and the Eagles had pounded the Browns last Sunday, from the first kickoff return for a touchdown to the final TD. The Eagles won 31-10 and the game was really not that close. The only Browns touchdown had been in garbage time late in the fourth quarter when they Eagles were playing prevent defense.
Coach Hayden sent Austin Hawkins out to return the kickoff to after the Eagles lost the coin toss. Austin did not duplicate his feat of last week, but gave the Eagles the ball at their 31 yard line, a good effort by the rookie. Aiden Anderson and the offense executed a seven play, text book drive to open the game, completed with a 22 yard TD strike to Aaron Whitehead and take give his team a 7-0 lead.
“Good job, Anderson,” Kyle commented to Aiden, clapping him on the back as he came off the field.
“Easy,” Aiden laughed. “I made my reads. Darrel [Lee, the Eagles running back,] was a beast. Guys were open. I had good protection. I can do this all day.”
“Don’t get cocky,” Kyle cautioned. “The Niners may have something to say about things.”
The Eagles defense played well. They stopped the 49er’s first drive, allowing a single first down and no points. Coach C saw to it that every defender was in the proper position and understood their role in the defense. They were playing head and shoulders better than last season.
The 49ers had a proud defense. Kyle’s comment about protection was prescient. The Niners turned up the heat on the Eagles second possession. He was hurried on every pass. The offense made a couple first downs before being thwarted.
The two defenses predominated in the first half. The 49ers managed to sneak in a long field goal to begin the second quarter. The Eagles answered with a long drive, only to be stopped at 49ers 42 yard line. Kyle sent Nick Gordon out to attempt a 59 yard field goal. Nick had enough leg for the distance but the breeze off the Pacific blew the ball to the left, where it clanged off the goal post and went out.
Thirty-one seconds were left in the half when the 49ers got the ball back. They completed a couple short passes. The clock was down to 0:17 when the Niners QB dropped back. Jeremy watched the play unfold. The defense was in the proper positions. Michael Greene, Xavier Jones, Devonta Woodham and Monroe Duckworth penned him into the pocket. Xavier and Devonta were the Eagles’ high-value free agent signings in the spring. Michael and Monroe were both second round draft picks, Michael last year and Monroe this spring.
The QB launched a desperate bomb down the field. Jeremy tracked the flight of the ball. “SHIT!” he snarled as he watched Sean Watkins, the rookie from the Oregon State Beavers, get caught on the wrong shoulder of receiver. Watkins was supposed to play inside technique and pen the receiver against the sideline. Instead, he allowed himself to get maneuvered to the outside. The receiver turned back towards the center of the field and easily caught the desperation pass.
To compound his error, Watkins didn’t tackle the receiver properly. The bastard slipped the arm tackle and danced into the end zone. The half ended with the Eagle down 10-7. Tempers were high was the Eagles headed to the locker room.
Jeremy was ready to chew Sean Watkins a new asshole. To Jeremy’s surprise, Coach C took the opposite tack. Coach C put both hands on Watkins shoulders and looked him in the eye. “What did you learn from the last play, son?”
“Um… I got turned around,” Watkins said. “Don’t buy the fake like I did.”
“Right,” Coach C responded, smiling. “Lesson learned. Play the technique called for. Your job will be a whole lot easier.”
“I will Coach,” Sean Watkins promised.
Jeremy took Coach C aside a couple minutes later. “That wasn’t how I expected you to handle that, C,” Jeremy commented. “You’re always big on accountability. What gives?”
“Watkins is a rookie and is understandably nervous,” Coach C answered. “He is a promising player who needs more confidence.” Watkins was a fourth-round draft pick who showed great promise in training camp. He beat out Kiante Mitchell, last year’s right cornerback, for the starting spot in the summer.
“I expected fireworks after that boneheaded goof,” Jeremy responded.
“If Watkins was a third-year player, there would have been fireworks. We need to build the kid up. He is going to be a good one for you for years, when you take over, Jeremy.”
“As always,” Jeremy laughed as he bowed to his boss. “Teach me, sensei. I am yours to mold.”
The 49ers took the kickoff to start the second half. The Eagles defense turned them away. The last play was a good pass defense by Sean Watkins off a well thrown ball. Jeremy noted the play to himself. It was pure Coach C, building up an unsure player and inspiring him to play his best. Damn, Jeremy thought to himself. He needed to soak up every ounce of wisdom he could in the fifteen, or hopefully more, games before C retired permanently.
Ryan Reynolds, Aiden Anderson and the offense finally got on the scoreboard again when the Eagles got the ball back. It was a bruising, 12-play drive. Aiden made some excellent plays to keep the drive going, despite two holding penalties that almost ended the drive. The drive was capped off by a pass to the corner of the end zone, where Colin Weaver used some of his Martin genes to outleap the two defenders and land in the end zone. The Eagles led 14-10.
The two defenses kept the offenses at bay through the remainder of the third quarter and well into the fourth quarter. 5:22 remained when the Eagles took the ball. Ryan Reynolds called plays conservatively, running the ball a lot to burn time off the clock. They forced the 49ers to use all their timeouts. The Eagles had moved the ball down to the 49ers 22 yard line.
The play was a play action pass, anticipating the 49ers would expect a run. Ryan guessed wrong on the 49er’s intent. Instead, they did an all-out blitz. Darrell Lee was out of position to help block one of the six rushers. Aiden wheeled to the right to avoid the blitzers. He spotted Austin Hawkins come open on the opposite side of the field.
Aiden twisted his body around. “NO!” Kyle and Ryan Reynolds both snapped over on the sidelines. Aiden fired the ball across the field, violating one of the cardinal rules for QBs. Never, never, NEVER throw the ball across your body when you roll out. NEVER!
Without a firm base, despite Aiden’s strong arm, the ball flew across the field short of Hawkins. The 49ers cornerback gleefully fielded the ball and streaked down the field. With dealing with the blitz, most of the offensive lineman were on the ground or tied up with a rusher. No one had a chance to catch the d-back, except for Aiden. He gamely chased after the d-back, but a quarterback with 4.78 speed was not going to catch a cornerback who ran a 4.35 40-yard dash. The 49ers now led 17-14.
“The lesson is?” Kyle asked Anderson as he came off the field.
“Never throw across your chest on a roll out.”
“What should you have done on that play?” Ryan Reynolds asked.
“Throw the ball into the stands or through the end zone,” Anderson responded. “Live to do the next play. I won’t do that again.”
“Lesson learned,” Ryan said. “Here’s what we’re going to do on our next drive.” Ryan explained what was needed. The Eagles had 0:47 to score to tie or win the game.
Anderson played well. He moved the team down the field in 10-12 yard gulps, taking what the defense was giving up. The Eagles were out of timeouts with 0:21 left on the clock. The ball was down to the 49er’s 43 yard line. The defense blitzed and Aiden calmly threw the ball to his outlet, Darrell Lee, but for no gain. He hurried the offense to the line and drilled the ball into the ground to stop the clock at 0:09.
Kyle faced a decision. Should he have Nick Gordon attempt a 60 yard field goal to tie the game? The breeze in the stadium was up and chances of Nick making that long field goal were poor. Instead, he had Ryan call on old stand-by, the hook and lateral play.
At the snap, Aiden dropped back and looked for Colin Weaver, who ran a 15-yard deep in route. Aiden fired the ball to Colin. The 49ers defenders converged to take Colin down. Darrell Lee timed things perfectly. He ran past Colin at full speed as Colin was about to be tackled. Colin lateraled the ball back to Lee, who took off at full speed for the end zone.
The 49ers defenders, momentarily off guard, rallied to stop Lee from making the 45 yards to the end zone. They cornered him. Lee lateraled the ball back to Aaron Cain, who was following Lee, anticipating the need for another lateral.
Cain caught the lateral but only made about three yards before he was hit. He tried to toss the ball back to Austin Hawkins. The throw went high as Cain was driven to the ground. The ball skipped off Hawkins’ fingertips and bounced to the turf. The game was over. The 49ers won 17-14.
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The team boarded their buses after the game and headed straight to the airport. The flight back to Philly landed about 6:30 AM Monday morning. The players had a few hours to sleep before they were expected back at NovaCare Complex. The coaching staff burned the mid-morning oil, staying up to complete the game plans for their game on Thursday night when they hosted the Texans at the Linc.
The day off for the players that week would wait until Friday. They were expected back at NovaCare after lunch that Monday. Their afternoon walk-through practice would be the start of installing the game plan for the Texans. More practices would complete the process on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday mornings.
Chapter Two
Monday, September 20, 2032 – Avon Grove High School
Jackson met Jessie by her locker before school started. After she got her books, she turned and headed the opposite direction from her home room.
“Where are we off to?” Jackson asked as he followed her.
“I want to check to the cast list to see if I got a role in the fall’s musical,” Jessie replied. They found a group of students congregating around the bulletin board outside the music room.
“Ah… my trusty servant, Patsie,” Chris Rush said, grinning, when he saw Jessie.
“I got that part?” Jessie asked. “Your highness? You got the part of King Arthur?”
“I did,” Chris replied. Jessie curtsied to the “king” and gave him a hug.
“I am honored to be at your service, your highness,” Jessie mugged.
“I think his play will be a lot of fun,” Chris said. “I am looking forward to working closely with you again.”
Jessie and Jackson headed back towards their home rooms. “Your highness? What was that about?” Jackson asked. Jessie explained about the musical Spamalot.
“I saw ‘Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail’ once a few years ago,” Jackson commented. “The movie was kind of goofy and offbeat, but it was fun. You will play the guy who follows King Arthur around, clapping coconut halves together?”
“Patsie, that will be me,” Jessie replied.
“I could never do that,” Jackson commented. “Stand up in front of hundreds of people and sing. No thank you.”
“I think it will be fun,” Jessie said. “Especially working with Chris. We were good together in last spring’s play.”
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Thursday, September 23, 2032 – Lincoln Financial Field, Philadelphia, PA
Players and coaches hated Thursday night games. Owners and the league felt differently. More games meant more eyeballs on the games and more ad revenue for TV, which translated to more revenue for the teams. The coaches had to keep the game plan simple, since they had almost no time to prepare for their opponent. The players hated it. In a normal seven-day week, the aches, pains and injuries of the previous game were mostly healed by the next game. When you played on a Thursday, the hurts were still there. Playing another game so quickly made the players feel like they had been in a fifty-car wreck on Friday morning.
Kyle and his coaching staff did their best to prepare their team in the three days before the game. The staff did a couple late nighters preparing the game plan, but Kyle absolutely insisted everyone had to go home for some sleep instead of following the example of the previous Eagles staff who were notorious for sleeping at NovaCare complex when they worked late, not that it did them any good. Almost of those coaches were let go before Kyle was hired.
During pregame warmups, the Texans’ quarterback, Bryson Roberts made a point of seeking out Kyle. “Coach, how are you doing?” Roberts asked. “It’s been what… a couple years since we’ve had much chance to talk.”
“I’m good, Bryson,” Kyle replied. “Three years, I think… back on [Penn State’s main] campus. The library fundraiser. Thank you for contributing.”
“Just paying it forward,” Bryson replied, grinning. “I owe Penn State and Coach Burton so much for where I am today.”
“I know that feeling,” Kyle agreed.
“A little birdie tells me you’re going to homecoming to be honored in a few weeks,” Bryson said. “Let me be the first to congratulate you and your teammates. You and your teammates inspired Matt [Sauder] and his crew to win a championship. Matt mentored me when I was a seventeen-year-old kid who red-shirted his first season of big-time ball. I owe you and Matt so much.”
“I am going to homecoming for the first time since I graduated. I am lucky homecoming is on our bye week.”
“Oh, hell… fortunate?” Bryson laughed. “My little birdie says they scheduled homecoming around your bye week to make sure you were able to attend. The twentieth anniversary of your run at the national championship in 2012. That is special.”
“You didn’t do too bad either, Bryson,” Kyle replied. “Back-to-back national championships set a high mark for every Nittany Lion since you. You getting back to campus this year?”
“My 2022 team is gathering to celebrate our tenth anniversary of our first championship the weekend after Thanksgiving,” Bryson agreed. “God… I can’t believe it’s been ten years already.”
“Time marches on,” Kyle replied. The two saw one of the Texan coaches waving to Bryson to get back to work. “Watch your back, Bryson, we will be bringing the heat.”
“I faced Coach Czarwinski’s Commanders defense twice while he was in Washington,” Bryson replied. “I KNOW I will face some heat today.”
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Coach C and the defense did bring the heat right from the start of the game. The Texans took the kickoff. Five plays later, Monroe Duckworth broke free and nearly sacked Bryson Roberts. Bryson managed to toss a wounded duck of a pass that Marcus Davis picked off easily. That set the Eagles up with a short field. Aiden Anderson led the offense on a short, four play, thirty-two yard drive to score a TD.
The Eagles never relinquished the lead that evening. The defensive line kept the pressure on Roberts. DeMarco Hunter and Xavier Jones kept the Texans honest. Bryson was never sure whether those two linebackers would rush him or drop back into coverage. DeMarco picked off a ball before halftime, setting up the Eagles offensive for another TD, giving them a halftime lead of 17-3.
The Eagles offense received the kickoff to start the second half, and burned nearly half the time in the third quarter with a thirteen-play drive culminating in another TD. The Texans finally got into the end zone on their next possession.
Kyle sat Aiden Anderson down with a 24-10 lead. With the short week, the break would be good for his #1 quarterback. Kyle also wanted Dylan Harris to knock the rust off his game. Dylan had not played a single down last season, thanks to his knee injury. Dylan did not disappoint Kyle. Ryan throttled the offense down, concentrating on running the ball and taking time off the clock with minimum risk.
Coach C stopped the blitzes, also wanting to lessen the risk. The Texans managed to sustain a drive. Coach C went back to blitzing when they Texans pushed down into the Eagles Red Zone. The pressure worked, leading to two incompletions and a sack. The Texans kicked a 44 yard field goal to narrow the score to Eagles-24, Texans-13.
Around ten minutes were left on the clock when Dylan Harris led mostly second-string players out. Dylan burned all but 1:42 off the clock, though they did not score. The Texans used all their timeouts to preserve that much time on the clock. Lachlan Pierce, the Eagles’ Aussie punter, pinned the Texans back at the 6 yard line with a brilliant punt out of bounds. Coach C sent in three linemen, DeMarco Hunter and eight defensive backs. He allowed the Bryson and the Texans to grab eight or ten yards a play before the team rallied to the tackle. The clock kept running as they Texans drove down the field.
Bryson Roberts won to college national championships and lasted in the NFL for ten seasons because he was talented. He managed to fire a pass into his tight end in the end zone for a TD. The Texans tried for the two-point conversion. Demarco Hunter recognized the shuttle pass and knocked the ball away from the tailback. 0:34 remained on the clock when the Texans tried an on-side kick. Colin Weaver fielded the kick before it traveled ten yards. Dylan Harris and the offense came out and took one more snap and did a kneel-down to end the game. The final scores Eagles-24, Texans-19.
The Eagles players would have a short vacation, not needing to come in until next Monday. Then preparations would start for the prime-time, Sunday night game down in Dallas against the Cowboys. Eagles fandom had high expectations for their team to beat the hated Cowboys.
Kyle and his coaches worked Friday, preparing for the game against the Cowboys, but also to prepare for the game the following weekend against the Bengals in Munich, Germany.
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Friday, September 24, 2032 – Bishop Shanahan High School, Downingtown, PA
The Bishop Shanahan Eagles won the coin toss and took the ball first. They managed to piece together a decent drive, though Coach Stupar’s defense managed to hold them to a field goal. Coach Stupar, promoted to be the varsity defensive coordinator this season, was proving to be a virtuoso at calling defenses.
The Shanahan Eagles’ 3-0 lead turned out to be the highlight of their evening. Danny and the Red Devils needed four plays to score their first touchdown. It was a 42 yard bomb to Ricardo Munez. Ricardo, a senior and team captain, was proving to be a great target for Danny as well as a friend and mentor for the freshman QB.
The Red Devils didn’t allow the Eagles another score before halftime. Danny ran in for a TD on their second possession. He threw for three more TDs on subsequent drives. The Red Devils lead 35-3 at halftime. Danny and the first-string players took the bench after halftime. Liam Richards and the second-string players proceeded to run the ball down the tiring Shanahan players’ throats. When the Red Devils second string pushed the ball in for another touchdown, it was misery rule time. The clock never stopped, for incompletions, for changes of possession or anything. The clock was about the only thing that would stop the Red Devils juggernaut. Liam and company scored three more TDs as time wound down on the clock.
The Shanahan Eagles did manage to sustain one drive late in the fourth quarter against the greenest and youngest of the Red Devils defenders. They made a field goal to bring the score to 56-6. It was far too little, much too late. To add insult to the Eagles after their score, Liam and crew drove down the field and scored a final TD to finish the game with the Red Devils-63, the Shanahan Eagles-6. This was the most dominating win by Avon Grove’s football team in over a decade.
Kyle sent the Eagles coaches home before dinner that evening. He enjoyed watching his middle son dominate on the field. He did not get nearly enough chances to watch Danny play.
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Saturday, September 25, 2032 – Party at Jones Residence, Avondale, PA