Biff turned absently to her. "Oh, hi, honey," he said listlessly. "I'm gonna be a little late tonight. Gotta run over some training films. You go ahead and eat without me."

Vicky could barely restrain her anger. Her lovely face flushed, and she turned on her heel and marched off the field; clenching her fists. What the hell was the point of being married? He didn't ball her, he hardly noticed her existence, and half the time he didn't come home to eat. She'd hoped that tonight she could seduce him into bed with good drinks, food, and a sexy manner.

"Hey, Mrs. Benson, wait up! Can I give you a ride?"

It was Tod again. Vicky wondered how he'd gotten through the showers so fast. He was running to catch up with her, and again she felt her stomach fluttering with lust.

"Why, thank you, Tod," she said pleasantly. "I didn't bring my car."

Oaktown was quite small, and it was only a few minutes drive from the school to the Bensons' neatly-kept brick house in the better section of town. Vicky thought it was only polite to ask Tod in for a snack, and he readily agreed.

"You got a real nice place here, Mrs. Benson," he said as he looked around the living room.

"Why, thank you, Tod" she said. "What would you like to eat? Milk? Cookies? A sandwich?"

He caught her eye, and for the first time she saw something more than an adolescent boy. There seemed to be a glimmer of amusement in those sparkling dark blue eyes. "Well, to tell the truth, ma'am," he said, pinning, "I'd rather have a beer."

Vicky laughed. She could remember when she was his age and pretty exasperated with being treated like a child. Why, she'd been just a year older than Tod when she married Biff.

"Sure," she said. "I'll have one, too."

They sat in the living room sipping their beer, while Vicky politely got Tod to talk about himself. It was a familiar story-the small-town boy, son of a grocer, aiming for a football scholarship and the big-time. Tod kept inching closer and closer to Vicky on the sofa, and soon she could tell that it wasn't accidental or unconscious. She flushed slightly, and she felt that strange melting sensation again in her loins.