Right away Chrissy knew something was wrong. Derron’s shoulders sagged. His hello was soft and mumbled. His touches tentative. His kisses lukewarm.

“Did something happen?” she asked.

“Sanborn,” he said. “Josh Sanborn. He’s going to start Friday night. I’m the backup. Second string.”

“Oh no. How did that happen?”

“It happened because he’s better than I am. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. And he has an arm like a freaking cannon.”

“Oh, sweetie.”

“The thing is, with him as quarterback, we’ve got a better chance at winning. I want what’s best for the team and all. But still ... He’s only a sophomore. Not even sixteen. I’ll never be first string again. I’ll never play again. I’ll be riding the bench till kingdom come. I should just quit.”

“Oh, honey. Don’t be sad. You’ve still got me.”

Derron smiled.

Chrissy answered with a flirty smile of her own. “Even though Sanborn has a bigger cock. It’s like a fucking cannon.”

“He does? You’ve...?”

“Oh, Derron, honey, I’m just teasing you.”

“You are?”

“Of course I am. But would it be okay if I tried him out? Just to see?”