Chapter 2: The Aftermath

A lot of you reading this probably think I jerked off or at least got a hard on watching all that had gone on that afternoon. Well you would be wrong!

I was mad, mad enough to kill all three of those assholes. But I stayed hidden in the closet. Why?

I am 5’11” tall and weigh 185. I jog 3 miles when I can find the time. But I am no Bruce Lee. I have never been in a fight in my life and I do not own a gun. Those guys are both about 6’ 4” tall and weigh around 240. Either one could kick my ass and probably would have if I had come out of the closet all mad and attacked them. No I have other plans. But Amy wants to explain her cheating. I listen.

“Rico I don’t love either of them. I am just playing with them to get my college paid for. I do not want to bring a lot of student loan debt into our marriage”

“Sure looked like you enjoyed fucking both of them.”

“Okay I admit I do. But why not? I have to fuck them so why not enjoy it.” Good point.

“How did this all start?”

“My freshman year I took my car in for service at his dealership. While I waited he came out of his office and we started talking. To make a long story short he said he was looking for a ‘sugar baby’. I fucked him on the couch in his office and left driving a loaner car instead of my old wreck.

It was a month later that he introduced me to the coach. I was offered a job ‘guiding’ recruits around campus. If I could get them to sign I get $5,000 in cash. I have guided football recruits, basketball recruits even girls on the volleyball team. I am good at ‘recruiting’. Know what I mean?

“What about that crap about me raising his kids’”

“I was just feeding his ego that’s all. Please this will all end when I graduate. We can marry and have our own kids. Maybe move away from here.”

“But until then I have to put up with you fucking “Daddy”, the coach, different recruits and whoever he sends you to right?”

“We can work it out. Maybe you would like to watch? Or maybe even participate? What do you say? Please let’s work this out, please?” Yeah, like I’m going to let her cuckold me.

“I’m going to my office for a couple of hours. When I get back I want you out of my apartment. Where you go I could care less, but anything of yours that you leave behind will be in the trash later tonight. And take those sheets with you!”

She was crying as I walked out the door.

I did go to my office and that’s when I started the snowball rolling down the hill.

First I emailed the President of the university and told him what I had discovered was happening in his Athletic Department. As I attached the video I had retrieved from the cloud I had another idea. The worse that might happen with the coach was that he might be fired. In a week he would have another job. Maybe this time as a head coach! Firing will not be good enough!

I e-mailed the NCAA with a copy of the video and a copy of the e-mail to the president. With any luck he would never coach at another university.

Now for the car dealer. I went to his dealership’s web site. A copy of everything went to every email listed on that site. Then everything went to an email address I found for Ford in Michigan.

I had supper at a Denny’s in town then went home. Amy was gone. So were the sheets. The next morning, as expected, I got a call to come to the President’s office. I was shown right in. There in his office sat the Athletic Director.

“First let me express our sympathies for what has happened to your fiancé.”

“Ex-fiancé,” I corrected him.

“I understand. We have decided to handle this in-house. A letter will go into the Coach Jennings’s file and he will no longer be allowed to recruit or work with recruits.”

“Not good enough. I want him fired.”

The Athletic Director spoke up, “That would be hard to do. First of all he is black. In today’s political atmosphere he would claim his firing was racially motivated and that he was singled out for punishment.”

“So you all knew what was going on and you just looked the other way. I get it.” I stood and walked towards the door. I stopped and looked back, “Better get your rain gear on. There’s a shit storm coming.”

I walked out and had another bright idea. I went to my office and e-mailed the state attorney general and the federal district attorney. Was there a crime committed? I don’t know I am not a lawyer, but maybe.

Things were quiet for a couple of days. Then the avalanche hit. First, NCAA investigators descended on the campus like a swarm of locusts. Every student athlete was questioned. Then the FBI came. All the coaches in every department were hiring lawyers. The Athletic Director resigned as did the head football coach, his assistant, coach Jennings, the basketball coach, the girls volley ball coach and the wrestling coach.

A Federal grand jury was seated and witnesses were being called before them. Me included! Then things got real quiet for about 6 weeks. School started. Football games were being played. Then one morning everyone in the state and around the country heard the roar.