Football widow

The following Sunday afternoon just after the kickoff........ "Brad," Valerie called from her dressing room, "can you come in here and help me for a minute!?!" "What was that, babe," he called from the den, "I cant hear ya, the game just started!!!" Raising her voice a little louder she repeated, "Could you please come in here and help me for a moment!?!" "Awww, Val," he yelled, "cant ya wait til half time, weve already got the ball on their thirty seven yard line!?!" Finally losing her temper, Valerie shouted, "Bradley Decker you get in her this instant, Im tired of screaming back and forth, do you understand me!?!" After rolling his eyes and hopping out of his easy chair, he waited until the next play was run, a screen pass for fifteen yards, thank you, and then ambled into the dressing room and said, "Lets make it snappy, babe, were within field goal range and I dont wanna miss anything, okay!?!" Sitting at her dressing table in just her bra and panties, Valerie casually ran a brush through her long blonde hair, feigning any in... Læs hele novellen