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“No shit?”
“Yep.” She’s quiet for a minute. “Says here you tested negative for everything else.”
“Release it. Along with a statement that I was drugged.”
“Really? You want to go with the entire report?”
“Hell, yes! I want my name and reputation cleared, Polly.”
“Doesn’t change what the coach found in your locker. If you weren’t taking it, one could question whether or not you were selling it or helping your team’s advantage by giving it to players that are less talented than you.” Her words are compassionate and yet truthful all the same. Unwelcome as all hell, but I’d rather know exactly what I’m up against.
I run my fingers through my sodden hair. “For now, it will clear me of the doping allegations. The press doesn’t know about the locker.”
“So far. Your team knows. All one of them has to do is leak it and we’re back to square one.”
“Fuck!” I grip the roots of my hair. “It’s like I can’t catch a fucking break!”
“I know, I know. It’s definitely a start. I’m sorry you’re dealing with this, Evan.”
“Someone is setting me up.”
“Do you remember anything about the woman you were partying with?”
Closing my eyes, I think back to that night.Levi and I were shooting the shit in the backyard. We were at a friend of a friend’s birthday bash in a swank old school style home in Berkeley. People were smoking a heavy amount of pot and others were dancing or playing pool. There was a game of poker happening in the dining room and Levi and I were enjoying stogies and far too much whiskey.
Out of nowhere, Coach appeared with some of the cheerleaders and a tall drink of water I’d not seen before.
“Hey fellas, brought you guys a little something sweet.” He grinned wildly around his horde of women. None of whom were his wife. The guy was a total bastard. Great coach. Knows exactly how to win games and make the right plays. Though he is a total douche bag womanizer when it comes to the opposite sex.
“Aw, Coach, you shouldn’t have,” I said, rather serious. I was enjoying my time with the guys.
Levi on the other hand lifted his arms out wide in a T and said, “You definitely should have. Come on over here, beautiful ladies!”
Two of them left the coach’s harem and cuddled up to me and Levi.
“Hi, I’m Mindy,” the sexy blonde murmured, her hands already sliding up my chest.
With the amount of alcohol in my system, I was thinking only with my dick, so I looped an arm around her and palmed her ass. She snuggled closer.
Things got a little wild after that. Coach’s wife showed up and Levi and I headed her off before she could locate the coach who I was pretty sure was in the guest house banging a cheerleader or two.
We chatted his wife up, and then at some point, Mindy encouraged me to follow her. And I did. She grabbed a glass from one of her friends and we went to one of the empty bedrooms. There she pushed me onto the bed, ripped off her shirt, and straddled me. She sipped from the drink and then handed it to me. I drank heavily from it while she pushed down the lace of her bra cup and played with her tits.
“Keep drinking,” she said in a sexy timber I couldn’t do anything but follow.
So, I drank. And watched her play with herself until things got blurry and I got too tired to keep my eyes open.That was all she wrote. I don’t remember anything after that. “Shit. It was Mindy that drugged me. But she drank from the cup too! At least it looked like it did.”
“Who’s Mindy?”
I start to pace the workout room. “I don’t fucking know. Coach brought her to the party with two other cheerleaders. I’d never seen her before.”
“Sounds like you have a call to make to the coach and those cheerleaders. See if we can pin down who this girl is.”
“Got it. In the meantime, are you going to release a statement along with the results?”
“Absolutely. Just keep in mind, it’s not a cure-all. It definitely clears you of taking the drugs and establishes that you were drugged. Outside of that, we’ll just have to see how this rolls out.”
I grind my teeth. “Thanks, Polly. I know you’re working hard to clear my name.”
“It’s my job. No thanks needed. How are you holding up?”
I glance out the window at the dark sky and rain clouds coating the city in a dreary melancholy. “Fine. I’m safe. Got groceries yesterday. It was bad.”
“Yeah. New York is discussing shutting down. Confirmed cases are running rampant. I’m already working from home and have stocked up on what I can fit in my postage stamp-sized apartment.”
I smile, thinking that she is right. I’ve been to her place. The entire apartment could fit into my living room in Oakland. Even this apartment is three times the size of hers.
