." I sigh softly as I get up and walk out of the room. I go back into my room and decide to call Jason. But he doesn't answer. I decide to text him an...yway. "Hey baby it's me, I just wanted to let you know that I'm really horny. Maybe I can come over tonight? Alright love you.."I check my phone but nothing ever comes. I get up around two and decide to get dressed. I stare out the window for a bit untill I see the mail truck passing by. I get up and go outside, as I walk out towards our mailbox. In the back of her mind she thought her mother might be a slut, but she hadn't wanted to believe her mother was a prostitute. It was a lot for her to cope with, but she still longed to see her mother.On Tuesday night, Mia's Grandma Claudia and Grandpa Martin hadn't said two words to each other. Mia wasn't stupid, she knew something had happened, but she didn't know what.When it came to school, Mia's grades began taking a hit because she hadn't been able to concentrate enough to complete her. I cursed at my clumsiness and bent downward to pick up when the door opened for me and instead of Lisa, I was staring at a black man’s pair of feet. My eyes went from his feet to stare upwards at him.“Who the fuck are you, white boy?” He sneered as I came to my feet.“I live here,” I stammered, flustered by his rude audacity. “Who the hell are you, and what’re you doing here?”Then came my girlfriend’s voice from beyond the door. “Nick, is that you?” The black man made way for her while still. In twenty years, all this might seem humorous.But it wasn't at that moment.The normal aftermath of what happens in the locker room of the winning Super Bowl team goes on for a long time.But this aftermath hadn't been normal. Before Bob got back from whisking his daughter and her friends off to safety, every player in the room was aware that there was a daughter and her friends. Before this, eighty percent of the team had no idea their coach had a daughter. Or had ever been married, for that.