Make it to the football game

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Ava and you walk into the bleachers, and your son's eyes widen as he sees his mom. "Mom and dad. You made it. " He gave his mom a quick hug. "This is going to be the best game ever. We are going to kick the other team ass."


Ava smiled. "Thanks, sweetie. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm proud of you, honey."


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"Me too. We both are." You said while giving your son a big hug.

The game is going pretty well. The score is 7 to 7. Your son has the ball. The other defensive line is running toward him, but he is looking to throw the ball. You can't believe your eyes as he throws the football, and the pass goes long, way long.

"What the fuck?" You said this as your son threw a tough interception. It took the wind out of the home crowd. You're a bit upset. You didn't raise your son like this. He needs to take this more seriously.

The game is 14 to 7 and not in favor of the home team. Ava is holding your hand. You can tell she's sad for her son. She doesn't want him to lose.

It's halftime as the team is down a touchdown. You knew you had to speak with Jason. Get his head back in the game. He couldn't cost the team the game, he'll be letting down his entire town.

"Hey, can you excuse me?" You said this to your wife.

"Sure." She kisses your cheek, and let's go.

"Thanks, hunny."

You walk down the bleachers. There are a lot of people at the game. The cheerleaders are dancing and doing their thing. A few parents are talking to the players. But you don't see Jason anywhere. You walk around the side of the bleachers. It's quieter over here. And you spot him. He was getting chewed out by the head coach.

Before you could reach him, you were pulled under the dark bleachers. The nighttime is hiding you from everybody, besides the cracks between the metal bleacher benches. You look at the person who did this. It's Alina.


She smile. "Hey, Mr. Stevenson."

"Hi, Alina. Is there something you need? I need to talk to Jason. The team is in a tight spot."

Alina pouts. "Sorry, I can't have that. You see, Jason and I have a bit of a thing, and I'm a little mad at him right now. If you go over there, then I'm afraid you'll probably help him. I don't want that."


You try to push past her, but Alina is not moving. Her cheerleader outfit hugged her sexy frame. She's not letting you out of the bleachers. "Excuse me. Please move, Alina."

Alina is not budging. "I can't let you leave. So we can wait here and let your son lose, and you can spend time with me. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier, John. You don't have to play games with me. I know what you want. I've seen it before."

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"This isn't right." You said.

Alina said. "Isn't right? No, you know what is not right. If I had a man like you, I would be the luckiest girl. But your wife has you on a leash; she doesn't deserve you. Why don't you try being a bit carefree and give me a chance. I could please you in ways you could never imagine. Ava could never do the things I could do. Please, let's spend some time together."


Do you give into temptation from your son's girlfriend, or do you go give your son a prep talk to help win this game?

Push past Alina and go give your son a prep talk (+1 husband point).


Give into temptation with the hot cheerleader (-1 husband point) subscribestar.adult/jason-masters

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