Soccer boundaries 3 - Season's end

Barb told the team it would be her last year. They had been an inspiration, given their trust in themselves. Some of them would still play, expected, but what I really knew was that everyone would do positive things. Some could move and some would find new options to check it out. "Hello, girls. I went to basketball after the coaches who screamed for years to keep my hands off the ball." They laughed. Carl was always surprised how he used to say "fuck" when he meant "fuck."

She admitted Carl later, "Coaching is not a snap. How it turns out that a season is sometimes more about what you tell them about moving the ball. Tell them what they need to hear to be winners. But sometimes you don't tell them all the same things."

Why Kathy had so suddenly supported away from sex with him, Carl never realized. Teens can change directions so fast. It was almost like I've never been on the pill. He took Barb's advice, of course... don't ask, not your son, anyway. He's done the easiest things, acting as if nothing had happened, he'd admit Barb's smile.

If Barb hadn't been there to keep him together when Kathy walked away, what would he have done? If I had learned that I was ready to make love, that was important to know, he trained.

Andrea and Kathy had the offensive skills to stay with football next year, but they had decided to move on. Volleyball, maybe. Where can they sing? After the team's last obstacle, they both walked home. Walking meant, let's talk.

"It was weird, Andrea, that month, my dad and everything," Kathy said.

"Well, Mom said it's very normal for a father to see his son a little different when he's changing."

"How do you stumble, do you think you want to have sex with her?" the other one asked.

"It's a middle-aged crisis," he said. "They don't do much, unless they're shitheads."

"Well, she's right about it, she just hit my tits sometimes and tried to see me naked. Masked like hell sometimes. Like I didn't even think who does the laundry?"

"Mom says it's not his fault," Andrea ruled. "As she said, if you let them solve it themselves, it's done. The best of them take longer. Make a big business and shit hit the fan. I'm glad you heard her about not scaring him, even my mother."

"So I'm about to tell the counselor that he's a pervert, and suddenly, I'm just his little girl again. Get back to those kisses! I didn't care if he realized, you know? Well, as your mother told me, keep your mouth shut."

"Don't be silly about why. The good thing is, Mom just looked up."

"They weren't kissing," Kathy corrected.

"Do you see Mom do her arm? When he says it was his first kiss, I think, actually. Now they're like your hamsters. Like we couldn't hear? Do you think we'll be step sisters or whatever?"

"Probably," Kathy agreed. "I'm pretty good at knowing where my father's head is."

"Do you know Gary's gonna take his driver's test next month?"

"Really?"

"Shit, if I could get the curfew until 12:30, I'd get out," Andrea murmured.

"And put your cherry on, right?"

"Gotta very soon, right? Maybe I should take the pill or something?"

Probably. Lana says they're okay. So maybe we could bend, you in front, me behind!"

"No way, I don't want you to look."

"OK. So here's how to get better curfews. I tell Dad yours is changing at 12:30 and you tell your mother the same thing about me. Then they'll both think it's okay. Those two are so great at the limits! How does the world have limits?"

"The old trick of stories different from different people? Mom probably knows," said Andrea.