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****After practice, Griff sat on a bench in the locker room, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to Lynn, his Los Angeles girlfriend.
Flying in Thursday night. You free Friday or Saturday?
“Texting that chick in L.A. with the big tits?” Defenseman Lance Corcoran sprayed deodorant under his arms as he spoke to the quarterback.
“Just wondering if she has a friend. One who wears the same bra size.”
“Like I’d ever let a normal girl near you, weirdo. Fuck off.”
“Keeping all the good stuff to yourself?”
“She’s not ‘stuff’, asshole.”
“Ask him in Minneapolis, Miami, Seattle or Dallas. He’s got girls in every city,” Teammate Buddy Stoddard said.
He’d have a hot night of good sex with Lynn, but that's all. She had been getting too clingy. Lynn wasn’t his type. She was okay for a bed buddy, but not a lifetime. A ding on his phone interrupted his thoughts.
How about both nights?
Fine. Pick a movie. I’ll text you from the hotel.
He shut his phone. A movie will keep her quiet. It’s been a long time. As he drove home, Griff admitted to himself that continuing his old lifestyle without his family didn’t make sense. He needed more. He needed his own woman. Fulltime. In his bed. In his kitchen. In his life. And he needed his own kids.