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The Adventures of a Rugby Coach

Copyright© 2021 by Zak

Chapter 54

True Sex Story: Chapter 54 - After several years of professional Rugby, I took up coaching and I have never had so much fun.

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   BiSexual   School   Sports   Workplace   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Hispanic Female   Analingus   Facial   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Sex Toys   Spitting   Tit-Fucking   BBW   Big Breasts  

I emailed Natalie and warned her that the guys from the CRFU would be getting in touch, then I sent Natalie’s details to the CRFU guys.

I then went for a drink; I knew that it would be a long twenty-four hours. It was a warm evening, and I had four beers before heading over to a Tex-Mex place to eat. I had a wine with my meal and then headed back into the main square and sat outside a bar called ‘Mandy’s Snug’

I took a beer to one of the outdoor tables and enjoyed a bit of people-watching. I did see two girls checking me out, and I was tempted to go and have a chat, but my brain kicked in, and I was in enough trouble without digging myself a deeper hole. My wandering eye had gotten me into the mess I found myself in.

I had two more beers before heading back to my room. I didn’t sleep well that night. I was awake before dawn. I downed a bottle of water, then put on my running gear and went for a run.

I did about ten miles, then took a shower and shaved before heading down to the main square for breakfast. After breakfast, I went to my room and worked on my book. I was not even sure it would get published, but I had to do something to use up the time before my next meeting.

The invitation arrived in my inbox, and I grabbed a glass of water, making sure I looked business-like before clicking the link.

It was the same group of guys who had been there the previous day. Ron Snow, Dan Winston, and Kelly Sorrel. Again, Ron was running the meeting, and again, he did not beat around the bush. We all said hello, and then we got down to business.

“Right, mate, we have had emails from Professor McClusky and from Miss Green,” Ron said, “they both confirmed your side of the story, the lady has admitted she is not pregnant!”

“That’s good to hear!” I replied.

“So we have had a chat and we all agree that although you have been an idiot, and I think you know you have, we all agree that the job offer still stands!” he said.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me”, I said

“But...” said Kelly.

That but sent a shiver down my spine.

“We will be keeping an eye on you, and there will be np yellow cards. If you step out of line, it’s a straight red. I hope you understand that!” she said.

“I totally understand, and I promise I won’t let you down!” I said and I meant it.

“We will be sending you another contract that states that, and it’s a three-year contract. If, after five years, you have been a team player and kept your nose clean, we will revisit the red card clause.” Dan said.

I thought that was more than fair.

I thanked the guys, and the meeting ended.

I sent emails thanking both the professor and Natalie. Then I emailed my agent and my publisher. It was a real weight off my mind. I rebooked my flight, but this time back to the Midlands, not to Edinburgh. I was certain I would not be returning to Scotland for a long time.

I went down to the square and had two beers before heading to a burger joint to eat. I was in bed when the emailed contract arrived in my inbox.

I woke the next morning and read it from start to finish. I was due to start in Canada in six weeks. I had some stuff to sort out.

The rest of my holiday was spent eating, drinking, and getting a tan. I did a lot of thinking. There would be no more visits to massage therapists, and I would have to think hard about my future. I did fancy Esse, but Sara was a fantastic lover and a real looker.

I knew that life would be different, but maybe it was time to settle down.

I got back to the Midlands and opted to book an Airbnb. I could have stayed with my folks, but I knew they would make a real fuss of me.

I had left my car at their place, so when I got off the flight, that was where I headed. As you can imagine, I was given a rollocking off them both. I deserved it, I guess. Once they had given me both barrels, life got better. We discussed the future and what it holds for me.

I spent the rest of the week organising stuff. The sale of my flat went through, and once the money was in my account, I emailed the estate agent in Canada and arranged for the paperwork to be sent to me. Natalie had had my gear shipped down from Scotland. I tried a few times to call her mobile to thank her. She never answered, so I sent her a text but got no reply.

Then I arranged to get my stuff moved to Canada. I took the time to see a few old friends and made sure to spend some time with my folks, as it would be some time before I saw them again.

I went to London for a few days and visited my publisher. They did say they were unhappy with the publicity, but it was what it was, and the deal for me to write my book was still on the table.

I booked my flight to get me there two weeks before my contract was due to start. I knew my new house would be ready for me to move into, and it would give me some time to get it shipshape and Bristol fashion before I had to start work.

 
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