Tuesday Tales - Word prompt "Fall"

 

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The Coach slapped him on the back.

“Great game, Anthony.”

“Thanks.”

“Whatever you’re doing different, keep it up.”

Robbie nodded. He could hardly wait to try out some ideas on Dale his teammates had shared.

“Flowers,” Griff Montgomery said.

“Listen, really listen to her. Then repeat something she said the day before,” Buddy said.

“Take her to a chick flick.”

“Take her to dinner, but don’t make a pass at her.”

“Make a picnic in front of a fire in the fireplace and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Be respectful.”

“Don’t touch her.”

“Ask her about her day.”

“Call her up just to talk.”

Robbie put all the suggestions into his phone. When he got home after the game, he reviewed the advice while he chowed down on a take-out steak dinner.

When he finished eating, he picked up the phone. He dialed the number he had for Dale, but it went straight to voicemail. It was her work number. Damn! He didn’t even have her home number.

He shook his head. He’d have to use what he had.

“Hi, Dale. Sorry to call on your work number, but I don’t have your cell. I was just wondering how your day went today? I saw you had a full schedule before the game. I hope you’re relaxing now. Maybe watching a movie or something? Just thinking about you and how hard your job is. Here’s my number, in case you ever want to talk. Bitch about stuff or whatever.”

Robbie added his number and ended the call. He face-palmed and exerted all his control to keep from throwing his phone against the wall.

“I sound like an idiot! Like some twelve-year-old asshole who doesn’t know shit about women,” he said aloud, shaking his head. “This will never work. Why did I have to fall for her?”

TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT WEEK - ANOTHER EPISODE OF THE KICKER STORY, PART 1

 

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Robbie tried every trick he knew to get Dale Sawyer interested, but nothing worked. She looked at him as if he was a piece of cellophane, when she even bothered to shift her gaze in his direction, which wasn’t often.

One day on the way to the locker room, Tuffer Demson, an offensive lineman stopped him.

“Look, I agree with the guys. But what’s making me fuckin’ nuts is you have no effing clue how to talk to this chick.”

“What do you mean?”

“Damn, Robbie. You’ve been around so many women, haven’t you listened?”

“Some of the time.” Robbie reconsidered. “Most of the time. But when they start yakking about movie stars or bra sales…”

Tuffer interrupted. “They to be heard-seen…”

“Oh, I see Dale all right. I’d like to see more!” Robbie snickered.

Tuffer shook his shoulders. “You idiot. Not like that. Like people. They want to be heard like people, not just pussy. Okay? And be nice. Listen.”

“I’m nice. I’m real nice.”

“I mean outside the bedroom. Do nice things. Bring flowers. Candy. Notice stuff. Say something nice.”

“I’m nice.”

Tuffer shook his head. “You’re not. You’re on the prowl and a woman can smell it a mile away. Especially a smart woman, like Dale. Be genuine. Listen, really listen, and talk to her like she’s a person. She’ll come around.”

“You guarantee it?”

Tuffer nodded. “I do. If you really mean it.”

“Okay. I’ll try it. I need ideas.”

“Tomorrow. At lunch.”

“Thanks, Tuff,” Robbie slapped the young man on the shoulder. “I appreciate it.”

“Anything so I don’t have to witness your slow torture anymore,” Tuffer said, slamming his locker door.

As they headed for the door, a cheer went up from the room.

“It’s about time!” said Buddy Carruthers, wide receiver.

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Anxious"

 

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On his way back to the locker room to suit up for the game, he whipped out his phone. Checking his calendar, he saw that he needed to leave two tickets for the game at the gate for Michelle and her sister. He’d agreed to take them both to dinner after the game.

He'd offer to drop Michelle home after she stopped for a nightcap at his place. It’s not that he had anything against threesomes, but never with sisters. That was a rule he’d vowed never to break. Michelle had a soft, curvy body he looked forward to touching.

Not like Dale. She had an athlete’s body, slim, trim, firm, and muscular. Small breasts and tightest butt ever. As he pulled his pants on he thought about how different Dale was than the women he pursued. Out loud he said, “What is it with her?”

“Huh?” Trunk asked.

“Nothing.”

Trunk grinned. “Strike out with Dale…again?”

“A temporary setback.”

“Not temporary for you, buddy. Why don’t you admit it? She blocked your kick. You’ve finally found a chick who’s immune to you. Like she’s been vaccinated.”

“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hey, guys! Dale’s been vaccinated! She’s got Anti-Anthony bodies now! She’s immune!”

The men laughed and Robbie boiled. If Trunk Mahoney wasn’t twice his size, he’d bust the defenseman’s face. He threw his clothes in the locker and banged it shut. 

After a trip to the box office, he headed for the track to limber up. A slow, easy jog would warm up his leg muscles and give him time to think. He tried to picture Michelle naked, but the image of Dale, in her leggings and sports bra, crowded it out.

 He stopped to down a bottle of water. Nope. He wasn’t anxious to have tonight's after-dinner “dessert” in his bed. He’d take Michelle and her sister to dinner, like he promised, but then – straight home. Both of them. He sighed. Trunk would call it “pussy-whipped”, but Robbie knew it was much more than that.

Dale Sawyer wasn’t like women he knew. Independent, dedicated to her job, and not flirtatious with anyone on the squad – she stood out. She drove an inexpensive car, lived in a low-key apartment complex (yes, he’d checked it out). Modest about her accomplishments, she didn't gossip. He’d never met a girl like her before. If he had any idea what being in love was like, he might think he’d gone that route.

Not him. Nope. Robbie Anthony didn’t want to get married or have a family. He simply wanted to play, and not for keeps.  
 

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Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Sign"

 

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D-Day had arrived. He’d checked the sign-up sheet twenty times in the last two hours. Dale had not crossed his name off.

“Trunk, open the windows, eh? It’s hot in here.”

“Hot? Are you heating up? Have your massage today?”

Robbie felt his cheeks grow hot. “Yeah. So?”

“So it ain’t hot in here, it’s you, buddy. And Dale Sawyer. Damn, she’s the hottest babe in this town.”

Robbie opened two windows. “Don’t let your wife hear you say that,” he said.

“Carla? She’s so hot she’s the sun. No one can compete with her. She knows I like Dale.”

“Everybody likes Dale.”

“Yeah, Andrews. And she ain’t dating any guy on the team.”

“Who is she dating?”

Trunk shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”

Robbie shook his head. “Un huh. Not going there.”

“She’s private. So why don’t you just get your massage and chalk her up as the one that got away.” Trunk opened his locker.

No way could he do that. He had his pride didn’t he? He combed his hair for the tenth time and brushed his teeth, then stared in the mirror. Damn, he was still the best-looking guy on the team.

After glancing up at the clock, he noticed it was his time for the massage. He sauntered over to the training room, his gait oozing confidence. Buddy Carruthers shoved by him.

“Hey, where you going?”

“Massage,” Buddy said, stopped inside the doorway.

“No way. I’m next. I’m on the list.”

Dale joined them, resting her hand on her perfect hip. “Sorry Anthony. You’ve been scratched. Carruthers had a Charlie horse. He’s taking your spot.”

Robbie glared at Buddy who wore a shit-eating grin. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Robbie flung his towel around his neck and strode over to the sign-up sheet. He searched the sheet and nothing was open for two weeks. Shit! Beat out for time with the woman who absolutely needed to be his. Anger gathered in his chest. He glanced over at the massage room. Buddy was stretched out with a towel over his rump. Dale looked up, her gaze connecting with Robbie’s. A small smile curled her lips before she focused on the wide receiver on the table.

Well, at least he got that a smile. A small one, but one just for him. It would have to do. If he had to get up at six and be at the stadium at six thirty when it opened to get a spot on the sign-up sheet he would. He’d pursue Dale. He’d never give up. 

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