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As we went back to the locker room during halftime, he pulled me into the storage closet and pinned me against the wall, grabbing me, and said, “Your sweet ass keeps distracting me on the field… so how about you give it up to me right now so I can get it out of my system. That way we’ll do so much better in the second half.”

Well, that needs no improvement.


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