Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2022 01:49:05 -0400
From: Master Will <mastersounder2015@gmail.com>
Subject: Hard as Nails CH 12

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Hard As Nails: Ch 12 -- Never a Dull Moment

The rest of Friday was filled with preparations for everything that was
happening Saturday. Clay released AJ from spending the rest of his week
sleeping in the main house but assigned him the cleaning up of the bedroom
and bath. He also had to clean the bath in the unused guest room.  The
other boys were tidying up T2 and cleaning the baths there. The girls
helped string up the volleyball bet and set up a badminton set on the other
side of the chicken coop.

Sean was busy with his client in Boston for over two hours. When he finally
came out of the office and into the family room, he looked haggard and
worried. "Clay I'm sorry that took so long. Just because her husband is
some big shot in the Republican Party, she thinks she can change the terms
of the contract. I'm not budging. I have 6 months to complete the job and
there are 4 months left."

"What is asking you to complete it?"

"The bitch wants it done next Friday. I told her to go ahead and sue. I've
already sent a copy of the zoom conference to Henry."

"What if she cancels?"  "If she opts for cancellation, I keep the deposit
and can bill her for anything over that I spent on getting the pieces
constructed."

"I started dinner earlier Chief, meatballs with pineapple and barbeque
sauce. They're in the crock pot. I'll serve them over rice, and we'll have
a Caprese salad."

Sean kissed his husband. "Thank you for being such a good man."

Farm Boy grabbed his spouse in a bear hug and kissed him passionately. "I'm
a good man because I was brought up right and married well."

Fifth faked a cough, "Excuse me, foods ready. Vic set the table, we're
waiting on you two love birds."

"You know Farm Boy," Chief began as he walked to ward Fifth and the doorway
to the kitchen, "there is a certain young man that needs to be taught not
to make fun of his loving parents!" Pops grabbed Fifth and wrestled him to
the floor and started tickling his rib cage. Clay joined in as Fifth
wriggled and laughed as he was set upon by his fathers.

AJ and Erik rushed in to see their fathers tussling with Fifth on the
floor. "Can we join in?" the two teens chimed in as they took a step toward
the wriggling group on the floor.

"No!" all three players responded at once.

"We're finished if Fifth calls `Uncle," Clay stated,

"RJ! RJ!" Fifth bellowed. His fathers released him at once.

"Let's wash up,' Pops suggested as he headed for the kitchen
sink. Afterward, as the whole family gathered Sean inquired, "Is there
anyone who feels inspired to say the blessing?"

Fifth raised his hand. Pops nodded and the family join hands. "Our Father,
in heaven, blessed be your Holy Name. May we do your will for us in this
life. Bless this food you have given for our nourishment and bless the
hands that prepared it. Forgive us if we erred from your way and deliver us
from tickling. Amen." He shot the table his shit-eating grin and everyone
burst out laughing.

"Well done you," Vic kicked him softly under the table.

Clay concurred, "Very original Fifth. Guess we must list you right up there
with Matthew and Luke as having different takes on the Our Father."

The food was passed, and their mealtime was pleasant and
light-hearted. Afterward, the table was cleared, and the kitchen was
cleaned up. The 6 teens said an early good night to their parents and
headed to their rooms. Sean put on some music and sat next to Clay cuddling
him in his arms as they reclined on the leather sofa.

"Guess I should catch up on business," Clay said after a few minutes. He
started to get up and Chief dug his nails into Farm Boy's shoulder.

"Not so fast. It is after 5 and Reed Enterprises is closed until
Monday. The kids have said their goodnight so now we finally have some
alone time to decompress."

"Are we going to have sex?"

"Horny boy."

"Well, I was locked in chastity."

"You can be again, I just thought it would be nice to remember our first
home together back on campus. Yeah, I know we fucked a lot back then, but
we also spent time listening to music. making out on the couch, and just
talking about our hopes and dreams."

"We certainly have accomplished many of them in the almost 21 years we've
been together."

"We were a success as models," Sean's fingertips traced along the side of
Clay's neck sliding slowly toward his chest.

"We bought our first home," Farm Boy rubbed his Chief's thigh and let his
hand rest just beyond his groin.

"We got married." Sean lifted Clay's left hand and kissed his palm. Reed
turned his head and his husband's face to his and French kissed him.

Breaking the kiss after a few minutes Clay continued. "I traveled outside
the US for the first time in my life." His hand moved to rest on Sean's
cock.

"We both completed our degrees. Mine in Design and Business. You in
teaching and mathematics."  Chief started gently circling and teasing Farm
Boy's right nipple.

"You started your business." Sean felt Clay's fingers lightly stroking the
sides of his cock without fully grasping it. It was their agreed-upon
signal that Farm Boy wanted to work out on his Sir's manhood.

"You were drafted by the Steelers." Clay's nipple received three quick
pinches which again signaled he had permission to play.

"Our families cooperated in our plan to have children." The former
quarterback's massive hand picked up the slightly swollen nine-inch penis
and began jacking it."

"Oh yes, they were very supportive of our idea. It has worked beautifully."
Chief reached for his husband's dick and skinned back the foreskin before
flicking at the sensitive edge of the glans with his thumb.

"I started teaching and coaching." Clay almost had his Sir's cock as hard
as nails.

"Now we're here where your dreams began, and we can make new dreams
together. But for now, let's go upstairs and make love as we did on that
beach in Israel."

"Yes, to love. No to the beach. I was finding sand in my ass for hours
afterward." The couple laughed as they turned out the lights and headed to
their room for the night.

In the Salon, the two girls were making sure their nails were done and
looked fresh for their tryouts. "Have you thought about what you would do
if you weren't picked for any of the teams?" Gitte asked her older sister.

"I'll mope for a week or three, but I'll bounce back. There are school
clubs and other activities I can pursue.

"I'll be shattered too. Dad really wants us to like it here. And I do like
my room and the Salon. I like having Mormor and Grandpa nearby, but now I
miss being near Mormor and Papu."

"Well, we have had Mormor and Papu around for the whole of our lives. We
had to be content with visits to Arcadia. Now the situation is
reversed. Anyway, I had an email from them today asking how things are
going. I bet you have one too."

"I'll check when my nails dry. I'm nervous about being on display
tomorrow. I imagine them saying, "Oh look, it's the coach's daughter. She
thinks she can walk into anything she wants."

"I worry about that too, but they can shove it up their asses. Every one of
us puts 100% of ourselves into everything we attempt. Dad and Pops would
expect nothing less. Remember, we learn by our failures. If we don't
succeed, we study those who did and see if we can incorporate the lesson of
their success into what we do."

"You sound like Papu. I remember that talk when he took us to our first
tryout for soccer when we were 5. Then Pops gave it to use again the
following year when we tried softball."

"Like father, like son. Dad's the same way. You can hear Grandpa and Mormor
coming out of his mouth too. I bet we will be the same way when we're
parents. I mean we already mimic Dad's shit-eating grin and Pops' sense of
humor."

"I do have an email from Mormor asking the same question. I bet Pops hasn't
called them."

"Well, it's been a rather eventful week. I'm looking forward to a routine
getting started."  I'm going to go up and shower. Sleep well and see you in
the morning. We both get to learn to drive tomorrow." Vic kissed her
sister's head and headed up into the loft.

Gitte cleaned up the nail supplies and returned them to her room. She
secured the Salon's doors for the night and turned out the downstairs
lights. Only the LED lights at each outlet and those lighting the stair
treads to the loft provided a soft warm glow. She retired to her room to
answer her grandmother's email and prepare for bed and her driving lesson
in the morning.

The four boys in T2 were still up and about. The place was clean but since
guys from the school could be seeing their rooms they wanted to make sure
would reflect well on them especially since three of them wouldn't be there
as their bathroom was utilized.

Gunnar was the first to say goodnight to his three brothers. He closed and
locked his bedroom door and headed to his shower. He started the water and
stepped into the warm spray before he squatted and sat down leaning back
against the wall. He was thinking about the discussion from this morning
when he and Erik had pissed on Fifth's junk. He recalled he had a hard time
not getting as hard as nails in front of his brothers. Morning wood was one
thing, but going full mast was quite another.

As he recalled releasing his bladder on Fifth, he pointed his dick at his
sternum and released a solid stream of yellow gold onto his chest. He
directed it back and forth across his pecs matting the smattering of chest
hair that had started to sprout there. The warmth of it was soothing and
the odor was surprisingly not offensive. He opened his mouth and let the
urine gather in his mouth. Gun was surprised by the salty taste. He counted
to three and swallowed.

His cock was rock hard now. He began teasing his evening load from his body
in the hopes he would sleep soundly. As he jacked off, he imagined Bill
kneeling in front of him drinking his piss. He pictured his urine running
down Bill's body matting his black hair. He envisioned the tight end
licking it from his face, letting it pool in his open mouth, and swallowing
it before asking for more. He fantasized about his new friend begging to
suck his cock once more. This time Gun replayed the scene from the library
closet in his mind and remembered how good his tour guide's mouth and
throat felt on his dick, especially the glans. With that thought, Gunnar's
load spewed from his body landing on his face and in his hair. He licked
some from his lips savoring the sweet taste. "I wonder if I taste sweet to
Bill?" Gunnar finished his shower and retired to his bed to read one of the
books from the summer reading list for his new high school before falling
asleep.

AJ was next to retire to his room. He did his usual check-in with Fifth. He
might be the older of the two, but he was not as organized as
himself. "Bro!" AJ exclaimed, "Your room is amazing! Who did you hire to
clean up all the crap that was laying around?"

"Rosie and her four sisters have multiple purposes besides my dick," he
grinned at his brother.

"Well, they certainly did a great job on the room. I just wanted to say
good night and check on you."

"I love you AJ. I appreciate how you always check in on me and have my
back. Do you think this looks like a football player's room?"

 "Well, part of it looks like a shrine to Dad." He nodded toward the far
corner where pictures of Clay in High School, College, and the NFL adorned
the wall next to pennants from the Bulldogs, Golden Stallions, and
Steelers."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no, just a comment from the peanut gallery. You've got posters of your
favorite players around as well as a picture of you playing Pee Wee
football. Then of course your trophies are impressive. MVP says a lot. It's
not like they're moving into the room. They're just using it for a shitter
if the one by the pool is busy."

"I've had a little guff thrown my way about being the coach's son. But it
was the old coach that made the selection not Dad. He hasn't had any say
about who is on the teams this year."

"I know, I recall when you got the call that you made the cut. I heard Dad
and Pops talking about it. He was relieved you made it since it was so
important to you. But your room looks fine and if they don't like it, they
can go shit behind a tree." The two brothers laughed. They fist bumped and
AJ returned to his room.

AJ did his evening toilet, brushed his teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. He
pulled up the movie, `Hacksaw Ridge" on his laptop and began watching
soldiers in action. He was intrigued by the story of this Private Doss who
won the Congressional Medal of Honor without ever firing a weapon. As he
lay on his bed, he fell asleep halfway through the feature.

Fifth on the other hand finished securing the outside doors and turned off
the lights. Like the Salon the LED lights from the wall plugs and the stair
risers cast an amber glow over the common area and kitchen. Returning to
his room he closed and locked his door. He opened the bottom drawer of his
desk and pulled out his last remaining and favorite porn magazine,
Taboo. He knew there would be hell to pay if Pops or Dad found it, but he
felt it worth the risk. In truth, he had become fascinated with leather sex
since he saw what was in his parents' playroom back at Oak Haven.

Retreating to his bed, he fished out his cum rag from under the
mattress. He propped himself up against the headboard and began by playing
with his foreskin, He pulled it up above the glans and used it like a yoyo
to tease his cock it filled with blood. As his foreskin retracted, he
finally skinned it down under the edge of the mushroom head of his cock. He
wrapped his thumb, index, and middle finger around it just below the folds
of his foreskin and began working the sensitive head. He turned his head
and looked down at the cover of the magazine and imagined the brunette
kneeling there in a leather thong and bustier with a riding crop in her
hand spanking her ass cheek. He imagined her kneeling on his bed and
handing him the crop. Fifth thought about what it sounded like as he
slapped her ass cheek with the crop. He turned the page to see the model's
upturned ass, still covered by the black leather tong but with red welts on
both of her fulsome buttocks.

The teenager leaned his head back as he imagined her asking him for
more. In his mind, he was sliding the thong from her body and flipping her
on her back. He imagined himself spreading her legs wide and using the
shaft of the crop to run back and forth over her pussy edging her
clitoris. Fifth's breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid as he toyed
with his dick head. The next image was of the crop rubbing against the
swollen clit of the model. It was followed by an image of a redheaded man's
head buried in the model's crotch presumably mouthing her pussy and
clit. To Fifth, he was that man. He imagined his tongue lapping at the clit
and the pussy cream the moaning woman would be producing at his expert
touch. He imagined the sexy smell of her twat as he worked it making her
beg for his cock.

The teen no longer was turning pages. He had them memorized as he fingered
the pussy before him and sucked on the clit. He was slapping her ass cheeks
until she was begging him to mount her. Fifth imagined her gasp of surprise
as his massive teen cock split her vulva apart and entered her body.

The thoughts of him plowing the hot model, the smells of her pussy juices
on his face, and the leather on her body filled his mind. His three-finger
masturbation technique was bringing him closer to releasing his load. He
imagined pulling all the way and slamming all the way back in causing his
partner to moan and scream as she orgasmed. He imagined pulling out and
blasting a load of cum over her leather-clad body. As the first splays of
cum hit the bustier, Fifth's real load hit his chest. He dropped his hand
and let the orgasm wash over his body as the last of his semen oozed from
his piss slit and rolled down the sides of his dick puddling in the red
hair of his pubes.

Upstairs Erik was on his third jackoff session of the evening. When he had
started his porn video, he had thought he had loaded his favorite porn
movie onto his phone before he popped the device into his VR
Headset. Instead, his finger had pressed on the video link just below it.

What started as a straight couple stripping and the big, busted blond
blowing this horse-hung muscle stud, quickly turned more interesting as
another big-dicked bodybuilder entered the scene. The BBB started stuffing
two cocks in her mouth before alternating deep-throating each guy. The
first stud started fucking her doggy style while she was face fucked by the
second guy. Then the two men switched places. They both pulled out and shot
their loads in her face. The threesome then showered and returned to the
bed. Once more the BBB sucked both cocks into her mouth at once. She
ordered the two men to kneel on the floor and spread their ass cheeks. She
began rimming one guy while finger fucking the other. Then she switched and
rimmed the second stud while finger fucking the first guy. Eventually, the
first guy turned over and pulled the blond up and had her sit on his
cock. The second man began licking the base of the first guy's dick as it
slid in and out of the pussy. He started rimming the BBB's asshole and her
moans got louder. He stood up and placed his dick at the entrance to her
anus and pushed in.

She hollered, "Fuck me studs," as the two men started pounding into her.

The first telling the second, I can feel your cock rubbing against mine
through the membranes between her ass and pussy." The action kept up for a
full 10 minutes before both men shot their loads into the bitch they were
breeding.

The final scene had them switching places once again with the second guy
eating out her pussy while the first stud felched semen from her ass. Erik
kept rewinding the video to the doble fuck and felching scenes. In total,
he shot his load six times before he pulled the VR from his head and fell
asleep dreaming about being involved in a double fuck.

Sean's alarm went off at 7:30. He woke to his usual cup of coffee on the
nightstand beside his side of the bed. As he sat up and threw his legs over
the side of the bed he listened for sounds from the house or the
pool. There were none. He carried his coffee into the bathroom for his
morning toilet. Afterward, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. He
finished his coffee and padded downstairs and into the kitchen to fix
himself a second cup.

As he sat at the table waiting for the cup to finish, he recalled the
intensity with which he and Clay had made love the night before. They had
flipped fucked back and forth three times before Farm Boy begged for Chief
to fill his ass with his cum and his piss. Sean's cock plumped up thinking
about the end of their lovemaking. He smiled as he recalled how quickly
Clay had clamped down on his retreating cock so that none of the piss would
leak onto the sheets as he headed to the bathroom to expel the load. He
chuckled as he thought how happily his man had hopped back into bed and
planted a passionate kiss on his mouth as their tongues dueled for
supremacy. Neither of them was willing to give an inch until Chief squeezed
Farm Boy's balls. The two then settled into their spoon position and Clay
purred as Sean hugged him tight.

The Keurig finished brewing his coffee and Sean added his sweetener, cream,
and cinnamon. He sat back down at the table as Vic came into the
kitchen. She approached her father and kissed the top of his head.

"Pops, is your hair thinning?"

"Bite your tongue girl child. We Walls all have thick manes of hair."

"Well, maybe you should comb it."

Sean laughed, "Guess you don't want to be seen with a wild-looking Greek
Scandinavian today."

"Only if he's willing to be seen with a gorgeous redhead."

"Are you referring to AJ, Fifth, or yourself?"

"Why not all three?"

"Well, only two of you will be going to the high school today. So blonds
will outnumber redheads in the car."

"True. Are you going to fix breakfast, or should we all just eat in our
houses?"

"I was thinking of making pancakes, waffles, or puffles. Do you have a
preference?"

"I prefer waffles. Should I go wake the boys?"

"How about you just spend some time with your old man before we get the
rest up? We haven't chatted in ages."

"OK Pops," Vic got herself two glasses and poured herself orange juice and
milk and came to the table and sat near her father. "What should we chat
about?"

"Well, we're here a week today. Have you heard from Jared Marx?"

"No, he was adamant that long distance doesn't work. I've not tried to
contact him, and he certainly hasn't reached out to me."

"Does that bother you?"

"Yes and No. I'm sure I'll meet other cute guys here once school
starts. Now it's my turn. Will you miss running your business and traveling
all over the world for clients?"

"Yes and No. I'll be busy with Reed Enterprises, and I will have some of my
Florida contacts to keep me busy. It's only for five years and I don't mind
supporting your Dad's wish to teach for 20 years. By that point y'all will
be in college and Dad will run the business and I'll return to my
designing."

"I don't know what I want to do yet. I'd like to be involved in the
business, but it seems the tradition is the oldest son inherits and the
rest of the siblings support the new CEO. Fifth is already making plans, I
think."

"So is Gunner. This is the largest group of children in close to a hundred
years, Vic. Grandpa made changes and expanded the endeavors we're now
involved in. I don't see why we can't change the business model. Someone
must be the CEO. It doesn't mean it has to be Fifth. Nor does it mean each
of you can't be part of running some aspect of the enterprise."

"Well Uncle RJ has been able to help this past year while we finished up
school. I wonder what Aunt Maryliz and Aunt Hannah would say about being
more involved?"

"You know there is this wonderful invention, it's called the cell
phone. You can speak to people on it and ask their opinions and advice on
all sorts of topics. Then of course there is an email so you can write them
and ask them. There is even the old-fashioned way of writing a letter and
mailing it to them."

"Pops you can be such a smart ass," Vic gave him the look.

"I come by it honestly as do you daughter dear. I best start making the
batter for the waffles. Should we do eggs and bacon with them?"

"Gnaw, just waffles. I'll start making the sandwiches for lunch."

"Thank you, Vic. Would you mind buzzing T2 and telling your brothers to get
their butts over to the kitchen for waffles?"

"Sure Pops." Vic walked over to the intercom and pushed the button for the
all-call. "Leon! Andrew! Erik! Gunner! Get your sorry butts out of bed and
report to the kitchen for waffles!" She laughed and then repeated it one
more time. Victoria then pulled out a loaf of bread and started making
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for their lunches. She finished the six
sandwiches and wrapped them in sandwich bags before placing them in brown
paper bags. She added a box of raisins, a bag of peanuts, a juice box, and
a protein bar to each brown bag. She packed them all into a small
cooler. Then she added 6 bottles of water and 6 sodas to another cooler. As
she finished Fifth arrived followed by his 3 brothers each wrapped in their
sarongs. "Thank you for covering your morning needles."

"Sure thing Sis," Gunner replied. "We're having waffles?"

"Yes, you are. The first one is coming out now and it's for Vic who has
packed our lunches for today," Pops asserted.

"What's for lunch Sis?" Erik inquired.

"PB&J, raisins, peanuts, protein bars, water, and sodas."

 "Sweet, thanks, Sissy!" Erik smiled at his big sister.

"Hello, the house!" Mormor Reed called as she entered the kitchen. "Can I
get some help unloading the chickens into their new home?"

"Sure Mormor," the four boys chimed in.

"Care to have waffles with us?" Sean asked.

"I'd love to Sean. Let me see to the boys and the chickens."

"That's ok, Mormor, I read all about it. We'll put each hen in a nesting
box and the rooster near the roost. I put water out for them last night as
well as feed," Gunnar explained.

"Well I guess you have it under control Gun," Mormor replied as she sat
down at the table.

Vic had brewed a cup of coffee in the Keurig for her grandmother. She set
the cup on the table as she took her seat and started buttering her
waffle. "Mormor, what would you think about a girl running Reed
Enterprises?"

"I've never thought about it Victoria. Are none of the boys interested?"

"Oh, I think all six of us are interested."

"Really. That's wonderful. Maryliz and Hannah Jane never were. RJ helped us
modernize the business, but he had his heart set on the military."

"Wonder what he will do when he has 20 or 25 years in?"

"Retire with his wife to someplace quiet," Mormor suggested.

"Here's your waffle Mom," Sean stated as he placed a golden-brown waffle in
front of his mother-in-law.

The boys returned and headed to the sink to wash their hands. They each got
glasses of milk and the juice of their choice and sat at the table.

"The hens started pecking around in their straw for stuff to eat
Mormor. The rooster strutted a bit then got up on the roost," Gunner
reported.

"He looked confused," Erik commented.

"Two of the hens are already exploring out in the run when we locked the
gate," Fifth shared."

"Well sounds like a good beginning. I'll check on them before I leave."

Sean served two more waffles to the boys. Gunner grabbed one and AJ the
other. "Grab it or growl," AJ teased.

"That's OK AJ. You must get ready for the tryouts anyway. I can wait,"
Fifth responded.

Erik received the next waffle and Fifth finally received his plate. Sean
fixed his waffle and ate it standing at the counter. "Who's ready for
seconds?" Five hands shot into the air.

"None for you Mom?"

"Thank you, but no Sean. It was delicious. I best be getting back to the
house to check on Leon. That man will dump 3 tablespoons of sugar in his
coffee and another 4 onto his cereal!" She chuckled. "Good luck at the
tryouts, kids. I look forward to hearing the results this evening." All 5
of the grandchildren put down their forks and hugged their grandmother as
she prepared to leave. Gunnar walked her outside.

"See Mormor, they're all out in the run now," Gunnar commented.

"Well, that's a good sign Gun. Hopefully tomorrow you'll get your first
eggs."

"Fresh eggs! That will be exciting." He opened the car door for his
grandmother and kissed her cheek once more before closing it for
her. Martha started the engine and backed the car around and headed down
the driveway.

Inside Sean was pushing out the second helpings to his brood. Erik and AJ
were discussing baseball scores from the night before. Fifth and Vic were
doing their usual bickering about nothing. Gunner slid into his chair and
smiled. Everything was running normally.

Clay and Gitte came in a few minutes later. "I see Mom was here. The
chickens seem to be enjoying their run."

"How was the driving lesson, Gitte?" Vic asked.

"It was awesome Sis. Wait till you get your chance this evening."

"You two want waffles?" Sean inquired.

"Is the Pope Catholic?!" Clay and Gitte shouted together in response.

"Two waffles coming up. The rest of you finish up and get showered and
dressed. Fifth, you and Dad get KP duty."

"OK Pops." Fifth acknowledged. Sean kissed his husband's cheek and headed
upstairs to shower and dress for the day.

At 9:15 the family was all assembled in the family room waiting on Sean who
entered dressed in royal blue 5' seamed shorts, White tube socks, white
trainers, and an orange polo.

"Must you wear Gator colors?" Farm Boy quipped.

"Am I?" I just wanted something bright. I guess I could have just used
hankies. He turned around to show that he indeed was flying his colors as
both black and gray handkerchiefs were in his left back pocket.

"Yeah, you could have but you already have two back there. If you added
anymore your ass would list to one side."

The kids snickered as Sean stuck his tongue out at his husband.

"Better put that back in your mouth before some bird shits on it Pops," Vic
turned the tables on her father.

Sean gave her the look before laughing and telling his offspring, "All
those trying out for whatever get your stuff, our lunches, and load into
the car." He grabbed his wallet and keys and after giving Clay a peck on
the cheek and a punch to his balls he was out the door.

Thirty minutes later the family arrived at the high school athletic
fields. There was a sign-in tent at the gate. Sean gathered the permission
forms and copies of the kids' birth certificates and led them to the
tent. Two women were seated handling the registrations. After they finished
with the three students in front of them, they turned their attention to
Sean. Gunner stood to one side videotaping their registration so he could
share it with his father at home.

"Good morning, ladies, I've brought you five more candidates for various
tryouts today."

"Good morning, Sir. Have you already filled out the permission forms?"

"Yes, I have, and I've brought copies of their birth certificates as
requested." Sean handed over the five application/permission forms with a
birth certificate stapled to each one."

"Arlene, would you look at these please?" the first woman asked the second.

"Certainly, Wanda," she replied taking the 5 applications from her
co-worker. She looked at each and the permission slip. She compared the
names to the listing of students in the printout before her.  "They don't
match. Their birth certificates don't match their enrollment names."

"What do you mean? They most certainly do. We provided copies of their
birth certificates to the school on Thursday. We see them listed here as
Victoria Reed, Birgitte Walls, Andrew Reed, Erik Walls, and Gunner
Walls. These birth certificates read Reed-Walls and Walls-Reed."

The woman behind Sean spoke up, "That's not uncommon, my son is Juan Diego
Gonzales--Herrera. But he's in school as Juan Gonzales."

"Please stay out of this," Wanda snarled at the woman.

"Please call your principal?" Sean requested.

"He's not here and we don't have a phone," Arlene replied. "Mr. Sherlock,
we need you over here." An older gentleman walked up to the table. "These
birth certificates don't match the enrollment names on our list."

"OK ladies, you know the rules. They're ineligible."

Sean was about to react when Vic touched his arm, "Pops, did you know those
AP classes we were going to take here are also offered through the State's
Online Courses? We don't need to attend school here."

Erik added, "That's correct Pops. I looked at them after we got back from
registering on Thursday. It's an option. If they don't wish to have five AP
students upping their test averages that's fine by me."

"Yeah, I can always wait until college for ROTC," AJ commented.

Gitte picked up the 5 applications and birth certificates from the
table. "Let's get out of here Pops."

Sean turned and walked away surrounded by four of his children. Gunnar
continue to film a bit more and was about to end his video when
Mr. Sherlock said, "Ladies you did a great job getting rid of that fag and
his brats. Now if we can get rid of that faggot head coach we will have
preserved the sanctity and spiritual purity of our school."

"Your plan worked perfectly," Wanda enthused as Arlene nodded her head.

Gunnar ended the video and ran after his father, "Hey Pops wait till you
see the footage I just recorded!"

The three startled faculty members blanched. There was nothing they could
do.

At Oak Haven II, Clay was settling down the 81 team members who had shown
up on time. The teams were seated on the grass in the front
yard. "Gentlemen or should I say Bulldogs! Welcome to my home." There were
cheers and several "ooh rahs" from around the yard. "I know you were
expecting to play against each other today. The reason it is not happening
is that a high school near Panama City was sanctioned this week for hosting
a preseason game very much like we were going to play today. They have
forfeited their season. Those seniors won't get to play. I didn't want to
see that happen to us. So we're having a team-building experience here
instead." There were murmurs and a few comments made throughout the
assembled teams.

"Before I explain the day, I want to talk to each of you about a matter of
morals and responsibility. After last year's prom 2 young ladies from AHS
were impregnated by athletes from our school. I'm sad to say that one of
the baby daddies was a member of the football team. The other father was
from the swim team. That is wholly unacceptable." The team members were
silent.

"What is worse is that I am now given to understand that sexual encounters
abound across all teams on the AHS campus. Not only am I talking about male
and female couples, but female and female as well as male and male."
Several team members started glancing around.

"My father taught us that just because you can doesn't mean you
should. That lesson stuck with me and my two sisters throughout high
school. My brother, well that is another story." He chuckled as he thought
about RJ. Clay was aware that several of the varsity team members were
glancing at Bill Martin.

"I have decided therefore to institute a new rule effective immediately."
He paused for effect as he looked the players over.

"Any member of this varsity or junior varsity football team, including my
son, who is caught having sex on school grounds or at school-sponsored
events is off the team." He took another moment to stare across the
players. "I see that my message has been received and understood."

"Now about today. In a few minutes, we're going to assign a varsity player
to a JV player. You will be buddies for the day. We have a whole list of
things you and your buddy can participate in. There will be a 2x4 race. a
sack race, volleyball, billiards, basketball, flag football, and
swimming. Just before lunch, the JV and varsity co-captains will be
announced even though you probably already know who they are going to
be. These captains will participate in a greased watermelon contest in the
pool. The captain who brings the watermelon to the top step of the pool on
the shallow end first decides who eats first. If it's a JV co-captain, JV
eats first. If it's varsity, varsity eats first. Understood?" Cheers filled
the air.

"I'm glad you approve. Now restroom facilities. On the first floor of the
main house, there is a powder room off the kitchen. There are also
bathrooms on the second floor in the bedrooms at the top of the stairs and
to the left of the stairs. There is a bathroom and shower at the
pool. There are four bathrooms in the Boys' wing, known as T2. The girls'
wing is off limits. There are also plenty of trees." The players
laughed. I'll turn you over to my assistant coaches now to buddy you up. Oh
and next week we'll change buddies."

"Coach," Chad Steele hollered.

"Yes, Chad."

"Coach I like the idea of a buddy system. May I suggest that we keep the
same buddy all season."

Clay thought a moment. He looked to each of the five assistants for their
input. No one objected. "Let me suggest this. We will go with that plan,
but at the end of today if you and your buddy want to split up you tell the
coaches so we can make other arrangements for next week."

"That's fair Coach," Chad stated. Nodding heads around the yard showed the
idea was popular with the players.

"Let's get this show on the road. Go Bulldogs! GO BULLDOGS!! GO
BULLDOGS!!!"

"GO BULLDOGS!!!" the team roared back.