| Brian�s car, an older model sport�s car, is parked near the football field. John and Brian are walking onto the field. Brian is dressed in sweat clothes with a massive knee brace on his bad left knee. He is carrying a gym bag and takes out a new football. �Have you ever tried to catch a football, John?� �Sure, plenty of times.� Brian and John play catch with the football. Brian tries to teach John how to throw a football and how to catch it. There is an athletic grace to Brian as he moves to catch the ball and throws it back to John who continually drops the football. Justin comes up upon the two at the field. John is as flustered to see Justin as is Brian. �Hello, Brian, it�s nice to see you.� �Justin.� �Hey, Justin!� says John. �Hey, John.� John throws the football at Justin and he catches it. Then Justin positions the football, fingers on the laces, and tosses the football back to John who is amazed and thankful he didn�t drop the football. �Not, bad,� Brian remarks to Justin. John quickly picks up the football. �Justin, heads up!� This time John throws an award pass that misses Justin, but Brian manages to catch the ball on his finger tips. �Not, bad,� Justins remarks to Brian. �Alright, boy, let�s see what you got.� Justin smiles and runs down the field. Brian throws a pass to her. The threesome throw the ball around to each other until Brian throws a hard fast tight spiral into Justin�s chest. Justin goes flat on his back but doesn�t drop the ball. �Justin! Oh, shit!� Brian and John both run over to Justin where he is lying. Justin is in real pain. �I�m okay. Knocked the wind out of me, but I�m okay.� Justin lifts up his shirt. There is a pink swelling growing right under his chest. �Jeess, Uncle Brian, you shouldn�t throw it so hard.� �John, why don�t you get my gym bag, and get a bottle of water.� �I�m on it.� John runs to fetch the water as Brian sits down on the field beside Justin. �I didn�t mean to throw it so hard.� �I caught it, didn�t I?� �Yeah, you did. You do great.� �Thank you.� Justin stuffs the football directly into Brian�s crotch. Brian reacts with surprise and pain. �There, we�ve even!� Justin rolls away from Brian laughing. Brian takes a second moment to swallow his pain. Then goes after Justin and pins him. Their eyes locked. Brian careless combs his fingers through the blonde�s hair slipping his hand down the young man�s face to his chin. John grabs the water bottle and turn to see his uncle lean in and kiss Justin. John drops the water bottle. *** �What tape?� Coach Stockwell is talks into his telephone in his office. �So my assistant gave you the video he made. How resourceful of him.... No, no... It�s impossible for someone like of Kinney to ruin us. Hell, he�d only be pitting in the wind. He�s has been with a drug problem and a drinking problem, or so I�ve heard... No, it would be his word against ours. There�s no official position has always been that we have no knowledge of that girl�s rape... Vance, her death was ruled a suicide... I built this football program. And I�ll take care of it... I said, I�d take care of it.� Jim hangs up the phone. "Damn, you, Kinney!" he yells out loud. |
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