Lex apologized for his actions on the field and the damage done to my ankle. Some guys are sympathetic and emotional like that, though, aren’t they? They care how they hurt you, and then they want to heal you, right? Lex was like that, I guessed. Lex was the one who had crushed my ankle and prevented me from playing professional football with the Everglade Eagles again. He wanted me better, back in the game and on the field. But seeing Lex had its upset and loathing because he had changed my world forever.
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I woke, well-rested in the hellish sun. Half of me wanted James Coffler to blow me. The guy wasn’t anywhere to be seen, though. Oral sex with the wide receiver wasn’t going to happen on the beach. Instead, I hobbled home, back to my apartment, in search of solace and something light to eat for a late lunch.
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