Junior Year Box Set

USC took a long shot downfield to try to get back into the game, but the ball was underthrown and was picked off. Notre Dame didn’t try to grind the game out and use their running game. They took a long shot down the field, and it was completed, setting up a field goal to take a 41–31 lead.

USC didn’t have any quit in them, but it was one of those situations where the quarterback had to throw the football when he was uncomfortable. Late in games, sometimes, you had to make plays. USC got unlucky, and a ball was tipped and picked off. I was screaming to throw to the other side of the field, but he couldn’t hear me. That ended the Trojans’ comeback bid.

It had probably been the best game we had been to when you figured in the drama on the field and the fans. The Fighting Irish football players all went to the student sections and sang the alma mater. The Irish Guard performed their traditional victory clog for fans before they joined the band and left the field. I was glad some of the fans had clued us in and we stayed to see it.

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We had to wait for Chad to shower. He had told Wolf there was a party he didn’t want to miss, but to not tell anyone about it. I had clued in Todd, and he was with our group when Chad finally showed up. On the walk to the house, Chad filled us in.

“My girlfriend is down from DePaul for the weekend. She’s good friends with my sisters, and they’ve brought some of their friends. I, ah, well …” he stammered.

This sounded interesting. Chad leaned over to Wolf and whispered something to him. The expression on Wolf’s face was unreadable. This might be really good or really bad, I couldn’t tell. Chad tried to get Wolf to explain it to us, but he refused.

“I’ll let your girlfriend explain it,” was Wolf’s cryptic answer.

When we arrived at Chad’s house, it was full of green-eyed redheads with a few dark-haired beauties mixed in, running around and all looking cute. There had to be twenty women and then us. I liked these odds. I entered the living room to find ten girls in a circle around a table playing quarters with shots of whiskey. There was no way I was getting near that! I hadn’t had a drink in several months. I was a cheap date right now and would quickly be on my backside if I started doing whiskey shots.

I had to smile when my teammates went right to work on the women. Over the past few recruiting trips they had found their game. Little Alan had a sweet little honey talking to him. I decided to see what developed and wandered off to find a Mountain Dew. Wolf followed me into the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Chad’s girlfriend wants to pull a train,” he blurted out.

I had to blink a few times to get that to register.

“We’re talking about a girl having sex with multiple guys, one after the other?” I asked to make sure we were talking about the same thing.

“No, we’re talking about a choo-choo. Yes, Dumbass,” Wolf said. “What should we do?”

“If you decide to do it, I would double-wrap for protection,” I suggested.

“Not that! Should we do it?” he asked.

“You know me. I’d be out because she’s someone’s girlfriend. If she’s willing, and Chad’s okay with it, I’d say you have to decide if you want to try it. I know you’ve done some group stuff, but this would be a little different. It’s your call, Big Guy.”

“So, if you were me, would you do it?” he asked.

“If she weren’t drunk, drugged, or with someone else, I’d probably go for it.”

“Okay, I’ll tell the guys,” Wolf said as he hurried off.

Something in the back of my mind told me this wasn’t a good idea. I decided to go have fun and found some girls to talk to.

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