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I could learn a lot from these guys. Like really learn a lot.
I could learn a lot from Ethan.
And Julianna.
DeShawn claps me on the back. “You going to sit down and eat, playboy, or you think we gotta pull out your chair now that you got two sex tapes out in public?”
There’s general laughter all around.
I grin and sit down with the boys.
They’re able to forgive and let go. After my apology about what happened in the locker room.
Thank God what happened with Juliana and Ethan hasn’t come out yet.
Julianna
Twenty-four.
That's how many hours it takes for AJ Ledoux to carry out his threat. Literally 24 hours from his SportsNation appearance, a video surfaces on the New of the Times website. What's it about? You really have to ask after everything that newspaper has done to us?
I'm sorry. I'm trying really hard to not be a bitch, but I think I can come across as one. More so now than normal, because, well, you know.
In case you didn't know what the video is for - it's a 30 second clip of Colt, Ethan, and I having sex in the Nailers Skybox. That's right - the night that I had them both. Someone somehow put in a spycam in the high rollers skybox and were able to capture our liaison in color. After everything I did to close the blinds and take precautions. Someone is always watching, no matter what, it seems.
I have my theories. But basically, I know two things. The first is that no one individual could have done this. Believe it or not, after the first two tapes, I actually thought ahead of time before I put my hands down Colt and Ethan's pants of whether anyone could record us. I know that there are no security cameras in the skybox - we have too many high rollers come through. And I knew that the windows were tinted to prevent outside folks taking pictures on the inside. So I thought we were safe.
Turns out I was wrong.
The video hits the internet with the power of ten thousand suns.
One billion.
That's how many unique views have clicked on the website. One billion people on this planet have seen my breasts and my snatch. They've seen Colt's cock penetrating me. Ethan's member in my mouth. Thank God they haven't seen me with my cum covered tits, like I was at the end. Just in the throes of fucking.
Three.
That’s how long it takes for the first of the press to start calling.
Five.
That's how many minutes I pray in relief that we have a bye week during the week after the loss to the Stepbrothers when this video comes out. At the time, I'm so happy that we'll be able to work this out and then focus on the upcoming game.
Fourteen.
That's how many points the Nailers lose to in the game the next week against the Detroit Dom's. They wipe the field clean. Colt gets sacked three times and each time my heart catches in my throat. Not just because I worry about him as a player, but because I'm starting to worry about him as an individual as well. Colt and Ethan, both. I shudder as Ethan gets knocked off the field and immediately the flash bulb of 90,000 cameras is trained on him as the world watches his reaction. He keeps calm, but I can tell the constant media exposure is eating away at him.
Ten thousand and counting.
That's how many pieces of hate mail I've received from all over the world. Mail telling me that I'm destroying the purity of the football game. That I corrupted two of the best players in the NFL. That's I'm some sort of Jezebel and wicked woman who seduced these players as a way to get back at the team that fired my dad. I've received death threats and considered hiring a bodyguard.
But I refuse to give in and hide in fear. Someone has a problem with me? I relish the thought of meeting them face to face as they try to take me on.
Twenty-one.
That's how many consecutive days AJ Ledoux has written a column attacking either me, Ethan, or Colt in his sports column. He's torn into us with the voraciousness of someone who never played sports because he didn't have the talent and is now taking out his jealousy and frustrations on better men.
He attacks me because he knows that no matter how much he may lust over me, the closest he'll ever get to touching me will be touching the screen on his mobile device as he streams the tapes of me on endless loop. How do I know this? Remember at the very beginning when I went on the field to see Ethan and Colt and get them to run scrimmages I told you about a sports columnist who hit on me when I first bought the team?
