Sean laughs and moves closer still. Grabbing his crotch, he admits, “I got one thing, straight and hard, just begging for—”
“Mason!” the coach shouts.
Quickly Sean drops the act. Releasing the front of his shorts, he smoothes his hands down his jersey and backpedals to his spot, unwilling to look away from Cordero just yet. “Don’t think I’m through with you.”
Another shout; his name again. “Mason!”
With an exasperated sigh, Sean whirls as he steps back to his spot. Raising his voice, he calls out, “I’m—”
In position, he plans to say. But before he gets the words out, something hard and fast strikes the side of his face, just below his temple.
Sean drops to the ground.
At first he’s stunned. Then blinding pain erupts behind his eye—the world brightens around him in a flash of white l
