But that wasn't the beginning of the trouble, not Leighton's wife. Hell, it went all the way back to high school, ever since Y first started getting laid. The high school coach's wife, she'd started me, man, what a teacher. No, I wouldn't think about her now. Maybe some night when I was really hard up and couldn't get laid. But not now. Listen to Binks. I felt Binks staring at me but I couldn't stop remembering that morning in the motel room with Leighton's wife.

Her cunt was made for me. There was no doubt about it. She didn't really know it that first time. I'd never forget that first night and morning with her when she came, watching her eye balls roll back in her skull, holding myself back, enjoying the sight of her face flushed with passion that made her look as if she were enjoying a wonderful thrust of agony, grinding my cock deeper and deeper into her as she thrust up against it in shuddering swoons, wanting more and more, and giving her all she could handle while she little knew how good my cock felt in her perfect-fitting cunt.

But why hadn't I loved her at first? And then later how had I ever come to fall in love with her? It seemed incredible. I'd never fallen for any woman before. Not in my life. No way. They were all just a piece of tail. Poor Leighton's wife.

Matt Scallen had fallen in love with what he thought was just a piece of tail. That's the way it had started, but it hadn't finished that way. And I didn't want to think how it had all finished.

Binks looked at me and lifted his eyebrows.

"So you think Vakos isn't going to be out of the hospital on time for the game and that junior college quarterback fill-in has me worried so much I'd sign you and put you in?"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I stick with the junior college potential star?"

"Because this is your first managing job and you want to win."