Coming Home - Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by Douglas Fox
Chapter 15
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Coming Home – Book 4 picks up as the 2032 football season starts and is a continuation of the Coming Home series following Kyle and Penny Martin and their children as they return home to Landenberg, PA when Kyle is hired as the head coach for the Philadelphia Eagles. You should read Coming Home, Books 1, 2 and 3 before tackling this book.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Heterosexual Fiction School Sports First Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
Saturday, January 15, 2033 – Martin Residence, Landenberg, PA
Jessie and Chris had gone out nearly every Saturday night since they got together after the play last November. Usually they went to a movie, though sometimes they had invites to a party. There was one thing common to each night out, they ended with them having sex. Chris’ car had a decently sized back seat, which was the site of many of their late evening hookups.
Jessie and Chris didn’t have any invites to parties that evening, so they planned to go up to Downingtown and enjoy a movie that evening. They got there but had seen most of the movies showing already. Those they hadn’t seen just didn’t look interesting. Chris had a great idea, skip the movie and go back to his house. His parents went out to a party that evening, so he had a big, empty house.
Chris and Jessie streamed an old movie downstairs while they made out like they would have done at the movie theater. The two headed upstairs to Chris’ bedroom when the movie was over. The two enjoyed two intense sessions of sex. Chris took Jessie home when they were done.
Jessie went straight to bed but couldn’t fall asleep right away. She thought back to all her boyfriends since her family moved here to Chester County. She had serious relationships with four guys. Adam had been fun but he had been immature. He didn’t want any of his friends to know he was dating a freshman. Matt, her second boyfriend had been a lot of fun but couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Having him cheat on her was a deal breaker.
Grant and Jackson had been fun boyfriends once she brought them up to speed on pleasuring her when they had sex. Both had inadequacy issues, neither feeling comfortable dating Kyle Martin’s daughter. Chris seemed comfortable with her status as the daughter of someone famous. He was good in bed too. He did not need to be taught how to pleasure her.
Chris had been a friend for almost a year and her boyfriend for almost two months. He was just about perfect, except ... their relationship had a time limit. Chris was heading to Columbia in June, after he graduated. He was about the best boyfriend she’d had. Why did things have to end when Chris was done at Avon Grove High?
Monday, January 17, 2033 – Harris Residence, Landenberg, PA
The Norths, the Martins and the Fritzes showed up at the Harris residence to watch the CFB championship game. The men showed up this evening. The Eagles season was over and they had no need to work into the night. The three coaches had four months until the 2033 OTAs began and seven months until training camp. It was back to more normal hours for the coaches.
Robbie and Justin were over at the Martin residence. Phyliss and Larry Czarwinski were babysitting them for the evening. Justin would sleep over and Penny would take the two young boys to school in the morning. Jaden Harris was allowed to watch the first half before he was sent to bed.
The game was hard fought. Georgia took an early lead and would not relinquish it. The Irish stayed right on the Bulldogs heels all game. The Irish were down 27-24 with about eight minutes left in the game. The Bulldogs punched the ball down the field, to run out the remaining time on the clock, and keep the ball out of the Irish’s hands.
Commentary all night had been quite knowledgeable, given the number of players and coaches in the room. Jeremy North’s comments were particularly on point. Two years ago, he had been the defensive coordinator for this team and knew their personnel on the field intimately. He had recruited many of them before he stepped up and moved east to work for Kyle at the Eagles.
“Run blitz ... run blitz,” Jeremy called out as he watched the Irish defense line up for the next play. “Get’em Willy!” Five star rated Willy Johnston had been one of Jeremy’s prize recruits four years ago.
The defensive tackles stunted at the snap, swapping positions and throwing the blocking off for the Bulldog center and left guard. They reacted, picking up the flip. As they engaged their men, Willy Johnston flew up through the slight gap the two big, defensive tackles had created and knifed in just as the QB handed the ball off to the running back. Willy, a small but hard-hitting safety, tackled the ball rather than the running back. The ball slipped out and bounced a couple times before an Irish defensive end jumped on the ball and smothered it.
The whole crowd cheered wildly at the play, though none harder than Jeremy. He had come up with that play three seasons ago when he worked in South Bend. The Irish did not waste the unexpected opportunity. They pushed the ball down the field, using up the remaining time on the clock. They pushed in for the go-ahead touchdown with twenty-two seconds left in the game. Georgia was unable to score in the time remaining. Notre Dame took the national championship by a score of 31-27.
Green, white and gold confetti fluttered in the air at the stadium as the Irish celebrated another national championship season. Jeremy texted all his former friends on the coaching staff to congratulate them on a job well done, especially his former defensive backs coach, Eldon Burkholder, who had taken over as defensive coordinator when Jeremy moved east.
Back when Eldon and Jeremy worked together at Notre Dame, they had delved into the Burkholder genealogy. It turned out they were related by their common great, great, great, grandparents, Abner and Emma Burkholder, who were born in Lancaster County. Their eldest son and his wife moved west to Ohio after the Civil War. Eldon was descended from them. Jeremy was descended from Abner and Emma’s youngest daughter Mary.
Tuesday, January 18, 2033 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA
Zion Cherry, the Eagles’ young, offensive quality control coach, showed up at Kyle’s office bearing a letter, which he handed to Kyle. Kyle read it over.
“You’ve done good work for us, Zion,” Kyle said. “I will be sorry to see you leave.”
“A chance to step up and be a position coach for wide receivers was too good to pass up,” Zion replied. “I think the University of Vermont will be a good spot for me. I can get over the border to Quebec more often to see my grandparents.”
“It is a great opportunity for you,” Kyle agreed. “I wish you the very best. May I ask, what prompted you to make the move?”
“I saw last year when you hired a replacement for Brownie [Kellen Brown, the former Eagles wide receiver coach],” Zion explained. “I knew I probably needed to look outside the Eagles if I wanted to grow and get promoted. Once Jordan was hired and I saw her talents, I knew I would have to wait a long time before there was an opening at that slot. Was I considered for that slot last winter?”
“Sorry, no you weren’t,” Kyle acknowledged. “You were twenty-three then and two years out of college. You weren’t ready to be an NFL position coach.”
“I understand,” Zion said. “If I was in your shoes, I probably would have made the same call as you. That is why I am moving on, to get a chance to grow professionally in a spot more suited to my age and background.”
“Good luck in Burlington,” Kyle said. “We will miss you around here.”
Tuesday, January 17, 2033 – Avon Grove High School, West Grove, PA
Danny was sitting in the cafeteria at lunch with his friends when his phone vibrated. Cell phones were forbidden in classrooms but no one cared if you used your phone during lunch. Danny pulled his phone out of his pocket and found a text from Instagram. As he was getting ready to open the message Logan, Mason and Nolan also reached for their phones. The four boys each opened the message, which gave them a link to an Instagram image.
“What the fuck?” Danny exclaimed as he looked at the image.
“A dead rat?” Mason added.
“Did we all get the same image?” Nolan asked. The compared phones. All received an image of a dead rat with the caption, “Squealers get this.”
“Did you get this, Blake?” Logan asked. Blake took his phone out. He had not.
“Do you think this a prank?” Mason asked.
“Is this about Kai Woodrow?” Logan wondered. “Just the four of us who saw Woodrow beat up Oliver Stirling got this text. I assume all of you got a call from the DA’s office telling us we need to testify in the end of March when Woodrow’s trial comes up.” All four had received the same calls from the DA’s office last week.
“Woodrow’s an idiot,” Danny noted. “I think that asshole is trying to scare us out of testifying and putting his ass in jail. I will not be intimidated by someone like him.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Danny,” Mason said. “You’re 6’-1” and can bench press a small car. I’m 5’-4” and barely a 110 pounds. Woodrow can beat me to a pulp if he catches me, just like he did to Oliver.”
“We got your back, Mason,” Danny said.
“You know it, buddy,” Logan confirmed.
“What do we do about this message?” Nolan asked.
“Ignore it,” Danny said decisively. “Woodrow is a blowhard and he wants to scare us.”
“It’s working,” Mason noted. “Yeah,” Nolan confirmed.
“Guys, testifying is the right thing to do,” Logan said. “We talk about character and good citizenship at Scouts. It is time to put what we say we believe into practice.”
“Logan is exactly right,” Danny agreed. “Anyway, the four of us stick together, we have nothing to fear from Kai Woodrow.”
“Together,” the four boys echoed. Danny and Logan said it with conviction. Nolan and Mason said it too, but with less conviction.
Thursday, January 19, 2033 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA
Kyle had an interview to fill the soon-to-be empty offensive quality control coach position when Zion Cherry headed north to the University of Vermont and his new job.
“Come in and have a seat, Jon,” Kyle said as Jon Caffrey found a spot on the couch in Kyle’s office.
“Thanks for allowing me to interview for this spot, Coach,” Jon responded. “It is an honor to be considered.”
“Allowing you to interview?” Kyle snickered. “You aren’t here tonight because your dad was my coach and is my friend. You aren’t here because we both grew up in Paradise. You are here tonight because Ryan Reynolds asked me to recruit you for our staff. You did well two summers ago as an intern. Ryan has been trying to find you a spot on our staff since then.”
“I did not know that,” Jon replied.
“Are you and Beth prepared to move down here permanently?” Kyle asked.
“We’ve talked about it,” Jon replied. “It will be hard pulling Noah and Aiden out of school mid-year, but that is what I need to do for career advancement.” Noah Caffrey was Jon’s ten-year-old son. Aiden was seven.
“Let’s head out for diner, Jon,” Kyle suggested. “Chickie’s and Pete’s sound good? We can talk philosophy and more about your duties and when you can start.”
“Um ... sure, Chickie’s and Pete’s sounds good,” Jon agreed. He knew the restaurant where a lot of the Eagles coaches went for meals while they worked at NovaCare. “Um ... Coach, I thought this was an interview for the job? Are you saying I have the job?”
“If you want it,” Kyle responded. “You are the only person we have brought in. You are who we want. Will you accept the position?”
“Yes ... uh, yes, I accept,” Jon said, flustered at this turn of events.
“Do you need to discuss things with Beth?”
“We had this discussion last night,” Jon replied. “I am authorized to accept a job, if it is offered.”
“The job is yours if you say yes,” Kyle grinned.
“Yes!” Jon responded enthusiastically.
“Good, that is settled,” Kyle said, standing. “Let’s go get some dinner and we can talk specifics and philosophy. I think you will feel comfortable here. Nearly everything we do is based on Bob Burton’s system.”
“I noticed that when I was here two summers ago,” Jon said. Despite having enough athletic talent to earn a scholarship at a D2 or D3 college, or perhaps a spot at an FCS school, Jon chose to attend Penn State as a walk-on instead.
Kyle took Jon over to the popular South Philly restaurant for dinner. They talked about Jon’s new duties, about offensive football philosophy and more.
“Coach, knowing you, I am sure you have some recommendations on where to live,” Jon commented. “You’re always prepared for whatever. Where should Beth and I look for a place?”
“What do you have now?” Kyle asked.
“We live in a community called Arcona,” Jon said. “It is like a small town, except it is less than twenty years old. Noah and Aiden love the terrain park our community has, the pizza place in the community too. Beth and I like the winery that does events on the green in town. It is a nice mix of suburban bordering on rural.”
“You want to join most of the coaching staff out in Chester County,” Kyle responded. “How old is Noah?”
“He’s in fifth grade,” Jon replied.
“You’re what ... thirty and you have a fifth-grade son?” Kyle asked.
“I will be thirty-two next month, Coach,” Jon replied, blushing a little. “I know thirty-one-year-old men don’t generally have ten-year-old sons. Beth and I got an early start. She was a senior and I was a grad student working on my MA when Noah was born. We were at this football team party one Saturday night and ... well, you know how those things can get. Next thing you know, we’re parents.”
“I know all about those parties,” Kyle laughed. “Penny was pregnant with David when we received our undergrad degrees. How old is Aiden?”
“Second grade,” Jon answered.
“Move down to Chester County,” Kyle said. “It is lovely. It is a mix of suburban and rural. The Avon Grove School district is excellent. Do your boys like football?”
“Granddad and dad both played and are coaches,” Jon stated. “What do you think? Does the school have a good program?”
“Do you remember Jake Meyer from when you were younger?” Kyle asked. “Jake is the head coach at Avon Grove and runs a hell of a good program.”
“That sounds promising,” Jon said. “I know you were in Boy Scouts as a kid. How’s the Scouting program in the area? Noah and Aiden love Cub Scouts.”
“Penny and Ed Fritz’s wife, Rosa, are committee members for the pack where Robbie does Cub Scouts. Who knows, maybe Aiden and Robbie will end up in the same class at school. Robbie and Ed’s son Justin are both second-graders. Your boys will like our pack.”
“How about Boy Scout troops?” Jon asked. “Noah is crossing the bridge to Boy Scouts next month. Or is supposed to be, if this move doesn’t screw things up for him.”
“Danny is in Boy Scout Troop 100 in New London,” Kyle replied. “They run a good program and Danny loves it. Our council runs a top-notch Scouting program.”
“It sounds like Beth and I should plan on a weekend down in Chester County,” Jon said. “Probably Mom and Dad can watch the boys while we do our house search.
“You won’t regret it,” Kyle said. “Chester County is a great place to raise a family.”
Saturday, January 22, 2033 – Horseshoe Scout Reservation, Rising Sun, MD
Chester County Council’s Klondike Derby was well attended, with over 300 Scouts and leaders participating. The theme was earning “gold nuggets” (stones painted gold) as they “relived” the gold rush of the Yukon at the start of the twentieth century. Patrols of five to eight Scouts rotated around fourteen different stations, testing their abilities at knot tying, lashing, fire building, first aid and other events. The stations were scattered all around the center of the camp. Each patrol dragged a sled loaded with their gear and lunches for the day from station to station.
Troop 100’s Big Foot Patrol felt they would do well at most events. Judges noted they often had the best time or score when they completed the task at that station. That was not unexpected. Bigfoot Patrol had an unusual number of older scouts, with Danny, Logan, Mason, Blake and Nolan all being Star Scouts with four years in Boy Scouts. They made sure their three younger Scouts knew what to do. EJ Fritz, Jamie McCullogh and Nick Irwin were all First Class but did not have quite two years in Boy Scouts.
The events shut down at noon for a one-hour lunch break. The Big Foots were nearly done with lunch when Tucker Longenecker stopped by their small circle of kids.
“Mason, can we talk?” Tucker asked politely.
“What is there to talk about?” Mason responded crossly.
“Humor me,” Tucker asked. “For what we have been in the past. Please?”
Reluctantly, Mason got up and followed Tucker away from his friends. “So, what is there to talk about? You cheated on me and infected me with an STI?”
“I did,” Tucker acknowledged. “What I did was horrible and you have every right to be mad at me. Please forgive me, Mason. I love you and can’t lose you. Don’t you still have feelings for me?”
“That is why all this hurts so much,” Mason admitted.
“Give me another chance,” Tucker begged. “I won’t hurt you again, I promise. I was so drunk that night and she was an old friend. We danced some and then she kissed me. You had previous girlfriends. Did you kiss any of them?
“Well, there was Hailey Curcio,” Mason admitted, trying to suppress a smile.
“Hailey?” Tucker asked. “You made out with her quite a bit, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“What if the situation were reversed and you went to a party without me and met up with Hailey?” Tucker asked. “You got quite drunk at that party. You danced with Hailey. She kissed you passionately. What then?”
“Um ... uh,” Mason stuttered, trying to suppress a smile. “Hailey was a good kisser.”
“What it she drags you off, yanks down your pants and gives you a blow job?” Tucker asked. “Would you stop her if she wanted to go all the way and screw you?”
“Um ... I don’t know,” Mason said.
“What I did was wrong and you have every right to be pissed at me,” Tucker said. “Please give me a second chance. I love you and can’t lose you.”
“What you did really hurt,” Mason said.
“But do you still care about me?”
“I do,” Mason admitted. “That is why this hurts so much.”
“Forgive me and give me a second chance,” Tucker asked.
“I can try,” Mason admitted after a bit of hesitation. The two hugged. They kissed, exchanging tongues. Mason’s friends saw the interaction.
“Get a room you two,” Logan called out.
“Not here,” Danny called out. “No PDAs in a Scout camp.”
Tucker and Mason pulled apart, flushed in embarrassment. “Get a room?” Tucker noted. “A sleepover next weekend?”
“Only if you take me to the movies first,” Mason retorted.
“Done!” Tucker declared.
Sunday, January 22, 2033 – Lurie Family Compound, Miami Beach, FL
Jeffery and Julian Lurie hosted Troy and Kyle at their Miami Beach compound for the weekend. The foursome slept in Sunday morning. They had been up early Saturday morning for their annual deep sea fishing trip on the bay. They had a good trip, catching their limit in fish yesterday. The crew processed their catch, which was on ice and being shipped back home to Pennsylvania.
The four sat down over brunch for the main purpose of the weekend, to do a debrief on the past season and to start making plans for 2033. “Kyle, why don’t you start off with a review of our personnel and needs for the coming year,” Jeffewy remarked, by way of opening up for their business.
“Sure Jeff,” Kyle agreed. “I’ll start with the quarterback group, since that drives so much of what we do. Aiden Anderson performed well, for a QB starting for his first season. Anderson is...”
“Allow me to interrupt, Kyle,” Julian interjected. “I doubted your evaluation of Anderson last year. I pushed hard to go get Spence Harding. You were right about Anderson. He’s the guy who can take us to the playoffs and the Super Bowl.”
“Let’s not anoint Anderson yet,” Kyle said, “and you were right about Spence Harding. Harding’s play as a rookie starter last season shows that. My objection to pursuing Harding was simply a matter of cost. He would have cost us too much to get him. Those resources are better spent elsewhere.”
“[Austin] Hawkins, [first-round pick wide receiver, ] will support Anderson well,” Julian observed.
“Anderson performed well but needs more seasoning and support from the other offensive positions,” Kyle replied. “With his intelligence he will develop into a fine quarterback, once he gets more time as a starter and sees what all the league’s defensive coordinators can throw at him.
“QB2, I believe you all heard that Dylan Harris plans to come back next year. Troy, we need to get his contract worked out as soon as we can. He is invaluable to me, Ed Fritz and our quarterback room. He may turn forty-three this coming season, but he still has something left to give us. He can win a few games if Anderson gets hurt. This may have been his twentieth season in the league as a player, but the last ten of those seasons were light duty as a backup. He isn’t as beaten up as most forty-three-year-old quarterbacks. Dylan’s value extends far beyond his capabilities on the field. He is like having an extra coach helping Ed Fritz in the QB room. He gets the other QBs organized for extra study and workouts that the league won’t allow us coaches to supervise.
“Moving on to QB3, Brandon Evans should be released. He was brought in to help me install my offense while we developed our new kids. He did his job well, but that job is done. We let him go.”
Troy chuckled. “I wondered if you would get sentimental. I know you’ve worked with Brandon, what five years?” Kyle nodded yes. “His usefulness is done. Let him go. That’s kind of cold blooded.”
“I like Brandon personally,” Kyle responded. “But we all know the NFL is business first. I wish Brandon the best in the future but his future is not with the Eagles. We need to draft one of the available QBs in the mid to late rounds to develop into Dylan’s replacement for when he retires. Who knows, maybe we pull a “Kelce” and get a kid we can develop into a starter for someone. Develop the kid into a starter and then auction him off to one of the quarterback needy teams for a small ransom.”
Kyle was referring to Jason Kelce, the Hall of Fame Eagles center, who the Eagles picked up in the sixth round of the 2012 draft.
“And the last QB, Tariq Valentine,” Kyle continued. “Valentine does well running the scout team but his athletic abilities limit his usefulness in a game. I think he’s a tossup whether he stays or goes. If we find someone more capable to fill his role, I have no problem letting him go.”
“Moving on to running backs,” Troy suggested.
“[Darrell] Lee and [Diego] Walker are serviceable,” Kyle replied. “They aren’t elite level talents but they fill their role well in our offense. The others, we don’t release them but they’ll need to earn their place on the team. We need to add a few running backs from the late rounds of the drafts or with UDFAs [undrafted free agents]. We keep whoever looks best when training camp is done.
“Tight ends – [Aaron] Cain is a keeper. [Gavin] Nolan [fifth year from Florida State, ] is a good blocker but limited as a receiver. I would put drafting a pass catching tight end who is a capable blocker as a mid-round draft pick priority for us. I have some ideas using two tight ends that will stress our opponent’s defenses, if we have two tight ends who can catch passes.”
“Not a high round pick?” Julian asked.
“If we find someone with the talent of a [Travis] Kelce, [George] Kittle or [Tyler] Warren, then we consider them in the early rounds,” Kyle replied. “Remember, Kelce and Kittle were middle round draft picks. Warren was the only first round pick. If we get lucky and find someone who can catches passes, block well and can pick up the blitz right out of the gate, maybe we consider him. Otherwise, we mark tight end down as a mid-round need.
“Moving on to the offensive line, I like what we have as starters. We need to have a replacement ready at center for [Jordan] Newsome [ninth year out of Alabama, ] for when he retires. Will [Bryce] Marshall [backup center] be his replacement? Maybe, maybe not. We need to constantly add linemen for JT Hill to train up and provide depth for our line. A center/guard draft pick in the early to middle rounds is needed.
“On defense, we are looking strong, thanks to our draft and free agent signings. Our defensive line can dominate. Our linebackers are excellent, borderline elite level. Our biggest need on defense is in the secondary. We could use better players at safety and slot cornerback. We mostly are in a comfortable position to draft the best players available on defense without worrying about position needs.”
Kyle chuckled. “This is so different from where we were two years ago. Then we needed any players who could play. Now we have good young guys, who with seasoning and experience can become good to excellent players and take us to our goal, the playoffs and the Super Bowl.”
Troy and Julian questioned and discussed Kyle’s thoughts for a while. Jeffrey had fewer questions or observations, though they were always on point. He had owned the Eagles for thirty-nine years and knew how teams were built and made it to the top. He had lived through the Andy Reid era successes and the unexpected Super Bowl win by Doug Pederson’s team in 2018.
“Let’s move on to analytics, Kyle,” Julian said. ‘Oh joy,’ Kyle thought to himself.
“I want to apologize for raking you over the coals last year when we talked about analytics,” Julian began. “I learned an important lesson from you this past year. I found out the importance of inspiration, motivation and the value of surprise in going against expectation this season.” Julian chuckled. “I guess it won’t surprise you that I had the analytics department track all the times you went against the analytics’ recommendations this season. Would it surprise you if I told you that you overrode their recommendations seventeen times this season? Not minor disagreements where analytics had a 53-48 chance of success, but times when you went against analytics where they had the chances of success 60-40 or 70-30.”
“Only seventeen?” Kyle laughed.
“Your call was successful on thirteen of the seventeen times you went against recommendation,” Julian replied. “That is a damned impressive percentage. I’ve learned an important lesson from you.”
“Don’t give up on analytics,” Kyle responded. “It has a critical place in our game, but it is not the be all and end all of play calling. It needs to be tempered with experience and the human element. The essence of my offensive system is to put our opponent on the horns of a dilemma. He can’t know what comes next. Keep him guessing.”
“It’s a system that works,” Troy said. “The progress over the past two seasons is obvious. Next season, I believe we will be in the playoffs and then see where we go.”
“My vision for this team is for us to be celebrating our next Super bowl victory,” Kyle said. “I don’t know if we will be ready for that next season, but that is where I plan to take this team.”
Wednesday, January 26, 2033 – OB/GYN’s Office, Philadelphia, PA
Colin Weaver picked up Hannah Stillwell at her apartment and drove her to her OB/GYN’s office. This time, he was allowed to be present when the doctor did the ultrasound of the baby. Eleven weeks along, the ultrasound clearly showed the baby’s head, body, arms, legs, fingers and toes. Colin was amazed. His future child wasn’t just a clump of cells. He or she was a real baby. Colin took Hannah out to lunch again when they were finished at the doctors.
Wednesday, January 26, 2033 – New London Presbyterian Church, New London, PA
As Troop 100’s Scouts gathered for the night’s meeting, Danny, Logan, Nolan, Dylan and EJ canvassed arriving Scouts for their votes to support Reed Crawford’s candidacy for SPL in that night’s election. After the opening, Danny took attendance in his patrol and collected dues.
‘Would this be the last time he did this as Bigfoot’s patrol leader?’ Danny wondered. He had a good feeling about the election. Was he ready to be Reed’s ASPL?
Mr. Clark and the other assistant scoutmasters handed out ballots to all Scouts after the patrol meetings were done. There were two candidates, Reed Crawford and Dale Ferguson. The vote took less than five minutes. The adult leaders collected the ballots to be counted while the troop moved on to the night’s instruction. It was a review of basic first aid for serious bleeding.
Reed was pulled out of the group about ten minutes into the twenty minute lesson to meet with Mr. Clark, the scoutmaster. Danny was pretty sure he knew why Reed was pulled. His hunch was correct. Three minutes later, Mr. Kempf pulled Danny from the lesson to meet with Reed and Mr. Clark.
“You ready to serve as my ASPL, Danny?” Reed asked when Danny joined the group. He was grinning widely.
“I guess so, if you want me,” Danny replied.
“Of course, I want you,” Reed answered.
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