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Jeremy just stares at Luke and says, " The only reason you want me to enjoy these ladies and to stay out with you is that I'm the only one who can get you to drink responsibly, and if I don't stay out, you're going to stay out all night and not get an ounce of sleep. You'll show up drunk to the League meetings and might have a repeat of last year from what I have heard. "Luke grins ear to ear while saying, " Yes, I am, and Yes, You are. " Luke is playing on Jeremy's loyalty to friends, teammates, etc.Jeremy stares at Luke with a disapproving glare thinking that there is no logical reason to stay out except to help a friend and not embarrass himself. Jeremy rolls his eyes and then replies, " Fine, I'll stay out with you, but we're going to do things my way this time. " Then he thinks to himself, " I have a bad feeling about this. "The only thing Jeremy remembers is waking up to the five O'Clock alarm and shutting it off, moaning and groaning, feeling exhausted. Shortly after shuttin
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Jeremy pouring himself another glass of bourbon and completely shocked at What he just heard. " What? Why? It doesn't make sense for me to coach you up and refine your skills. I am, was, a quarterback and you're a linebacker. On top of I'm not a coach at all. Why would you want me to be your coach? " Jeremy said in shock.Alexandra replies with inspiration, " It's because I saw how you were when you were rehabbing same trying to get back to playing in the pros, while the training staff looked on TV that you weren't coming back from your injuries and you were wasting their time, but you looked liked no matter what you were coming back, you would do whatever was needed to come back. I know you're not a coach, a linebacker, but you'll treat me like an athlete and a person, not a girl, not a woman. You're not going to take excuses or any crap from me or anyone, you're going to push me to get to the next level, to push me to my limits, to help me grow. I don't think or believe that anyone
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Terrell, enraged at Jeremy, sternly says, " I don't know what you're trying to do, but I will not stand for your shenanigans. This is my team, and you're not going to fine me. It would be best if you let me do my job and left me to run the team. "Jeremy, disgusted with Terrell, replies, " Get it through your thick head that it's not your team, it's my team, and I am letting you run the team this year. You're walking on thin ice from now on, I WILL be fining you the bare minimum with possible termination, and if you keep pushing your luck with me, I'll take it to the news outlets that you were fined or fired due to conduct detrimental to the team. You'll be lucky to get another coaching job after that. Now get ready for practice. "Terrell Hillis, huffing and puffing, turns and heads to the locker room, muttering under his breath.Jeremy heads to where Alexandra is sitting at. Once Jeremy gets to Alexandra, he sits down and apologizes, " I'm so sorry for that interaction; you should n
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While Alexandra is stretching, Jeremy speaks up, saying, " Since I'm going to be coaching you and we're going to be spending more time together. Why don't you tell me about yourself to better coach you. "Alexandra looks up while stretching and replies, " Well, where do I start? " she thinks, considering how much to share with him as she doesn't like nor want to talk about herself.Jeremy sighs and shifts his weight from foot to foot as he thinks about what he wants to know about her. After all, he is trying to be a gentleman and not look or stare at her butt. Jeremy doesn't want her to see him as any other pig of a guy that treats women like objects. Furthermore, he wouldn't look at any other player that way, and he doesn't want to treat her differently based on her gender.There was something about Alexandra that she mysteriously took Jeremy. He also wondered to himself why he was having nightmares about his hit. It's like there was something in his mind banging at a trap door to ge
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