"I brought you a meat pie. I thought you could heat it up in the microwave in the kitchen. There're some cookies and grapes and a coleslaw salad too."

"Oh." He looked mollified, but he said nothing more about the food. "Well, I guess you'll have to excuse me, Martha. The boys and me have got a lot of work to do if we're going to have us a good team this season."

Feeling herself dismissed, Martha began to edge toward the door of the gym. She saw the eyes of the blond boy following her. She smiled at him. He smiled back, then turned away. Martha was still trying to understand the strange pounding in her heart when a young guy addressed her.

"Can I see you to your car, Mrs. Roy?"

She turned to meet the intent stare of a handsome boy with, jet-black hair. She had watched him working out on the gym floor. He seemed an unusually strong boy. She guessed he might be one of her husband's star players. She was confused and flattered by his interest. "I… I don't drive. I'll be taking the bus home."

"Okay, then I'll see you to the bus. The coach told me to make sure you get out of here okay."

Martha felt a sudden surge of resentment. Trust Frank to make sure she got out of his hair as quickly and efficiently as possible! "I found my way in…" She paused, looking for his name.

"I'm Steve, ma'am. Steve Manners."

"Well, thank you for your offer of assistance, Steve. But I'll be just fine. You don't want to go outside all lathered up like that. You might catch a chill."

He laughed. "Heck! Us football players are tough! Okay, Mrs. Roy, if you're sure you're all right."

"Good-bye, Steve." She watched his muscular young body in shorts and t-shirt head back to the gym floor. This time it was not her heart but her pussy that started to throb noticeably. She shook her head as though to shake off the feeling and left the gym.