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all.”
    I don’t know about that. Threesomes? Yes, been there done that. Foursomes? Yes, been there, done that, left absolutely exhausted. What would this be? A sixsome? Is that even a word?
    Old me would have fucked first and looked up the dictionary definition afterwards. And when I say ‘old me,’ I mean the me from only a week ago. From before I met Becky. I’m no genius, but I don’t have to be to figure out what’s caused the change of heart.
    “Thanks, ladies, but I need to keep my mind on the game at the moment. No time for extracurriculars right now, but I’ll keep you in mind.” I give a wink for good measure which they seem to appreciate.
    Boy, that feels weird. I haven’t had sex in weeks, and I just turned down a month’s supply. That’s like a starving man turning down a $400 steak. Or should that be five $400 steaks? But this starving man has an even better meal to look forward to. So long as I get to eat before I starve.

    “ Y ou’ve chosen to major in English literature with a minor in art history?” Coach takes off his glasses and places them down on the only part of his desk not covered in books and papers. For a guy who does his job on the field, he sure has a messy office. “Do you have any idea how tough that is going to be?”
    “I’ve been to a few art galleries, and I’ve read books.”
    “There is a little more to it than that.”
    “Like what?” I ask.
    “Well, you have to write… stuff about the books. And about paintings. Or do you have to paint things? I’m not sure, but I know that the players on the team don’t usually take classes like that.”
    “I’ll manage. I have a great tutor.”
    “She’s going to have her work cut out for her. No offense, but your performance in that entrance exam was pretty pathetic. I read the essay you wrote on Rosa Parks for question four. What the fuck was all that about?”
    “I did think it was weird to have a question on the influence of a nineties soap opera actress on modern politics. That one did throw me a bit. I doubt she’s had any influence on politics at all.”
    Coach slaps his hand to his head and massages his bald scalp. “She’s not an actress. Rosa Parks is… you know what, never mind. That’s why you have a tutor. Just work your fucking ass off. I don’t want to have to keep you out of the team just because of your grades.”
    “That makes two of us.”
    I wish everyone would shut up about that entrance exam. The questions were clearly all geared towards American students. I studied a bit of American history before coming over because I figured those questions would pop up, but there were still tons of topics that were complete blanks to me. I’d like to see coach take an exam focusing on English history and politics.
    He has a point though. I’m going to have to work fucking hard. I want to be in the team week in, week out. Knowing my luck, if I have to miss one week that will be the week a scout shows up. And that’s not the only reason. I want to impress Becky, or at the very least not make a fool of myself.
    I have three hours before I’m supposed to meet Becky. It’s not long, but it’s just long enough to prepare. I head straight to the college bookstore and pull up the list of required reading on my phone. The art history textbook is heavy enough that I could use it in lieu of weights at home, but at least I only need one book for that class.
    I look down at the reading list for English literature. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I have to read at least a book a week, sometimes more. They don’t look like easy reads, either. There’s no Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings to lighten things up a bit. I thought I’d escaped Shakespeare when I left school—apparently not.
    I dump the books on the counter just as I’m about to drop them. I don’t mind a bit of heavy lifting, but that art history textbook is staying in my locker on campus, and likely never seeing the light of