Good football, good sport, bad sport.
by The "T.K.O Kidd" desio@adelphia.net
an adult teen girl shows an older man the error of his bad sportsmanship, on the field..


Good football, good sport, bad sport.

Darren wasn't to sure of himself when his dad wanted to join in on a friendly
sandlot football game that his friends, and himself were enjoying themselfs
in. Darren knew his dad too well, and how much of a bad sportsman he was when
losing at anything involving competitiveness. Besides Darren also realised
there was a girl in the game on the opposing team that he was playing against,
and Darren knew how his dad felt about girls playing a man's sport. Darren
really didn't care for his father's chauvenistic attitude, nor the way his dad
felt about women, or girls being the less of the two sexes, but was patient
with his father, not wanting to disrespect him in any way.

Darren's father happened to stop by the opened field located on the westside
of town not far behind a local grocery store. The reason for Darren's dad
showing up was that his father wanted tp let Darren know that he was to be
home in a few hours, and that his uncle, aunt, and cousin, who arrived the
other night from Florida, was going to be visiting them, so he wanted Darren
to be there at his requested time.

Darren readily agreed to his father's request, but grew somewhat weary of his
dad, when his father thought it would be cool if he could join in on the
football game, that Darren, and his friends were involved in. "Well dad, i'm
not sure, we do have enough players on each team.." Darren replied to his
father. Then a boy from the team that the girl was playing on walked up to
Darren, and said to him, "Darren, i really have to be home in a few minutes,
your dad can replace me."

"See son, there's an opened position for your old man. What position were you
playing son?" Darren's dad asked the boy, who was preparing to leave the game.
"Quarterback!" The boy replied proudly. "Well then, it looks like i'm the
backup qaurterback," Darren's dad answered, looking to his own son, for an
approval.

"Well dad, your in the game, but i hope you don't mind playing on the same
team with Jodie, over there." Darren said to his dad. "Well son, i have no
problem playing a good game of football with another young gentleman."
Darren's dad returned to his son. Darren smiled almost in some humour, and
said to his father, "Jody, is a Jodie, and she's a girl dad..."

Darren's dad then looked over to the two teens, that he was going to be siding
with, one a boy in his adolescent teen years, and the other a girl, well a
young woman that appeared somewhat older then the boys that were playing in
the game. Darren's dad's good humour was fading now some, with him looking
over the young woman sizing her up, and figuring out just what he could do
with a girl playing on the same team that he was going to be on. "Hmmm, well
Darren, i feel you won't allow me to dismiss this purty lass from the game, so
i guess she would make a good center, but hiking the ball from a standing side
position," Darren's dad said to his son. The boy that was leaving the game, to
go home was turning about to leave, but before he did he turned his head back
in the direction of Darren's father, and said to him, "Jodie maybe a girl Mr
Foster, but don't underestimate her, she can play the game, and better then
most boys i know."

Well Darren's dad had to agree somewhat as he looked at Jodie, not being able
to discredit her for her strong physical appearance.

Jodie Miller stood just as tall as Darren's father, if not slightly taller at
five foot seven. Jodie's physique definately appeared to be stronger, and in
better conditioning then Darren's dad did. Jodie stood proud with having her
strong looking arms at her sides placed on hips waiting for the game to
resume.

Jodie Miller, was soon to leave her teenage years in a few months, and did
look every bit of a strong fit young lady. Jodie took pride in her health, and
with her taking quality time in a gym, worked some thick, and solid, youthful
female muscles on her womanly frame. Jodie in a sense would give you the image
of looking upon a young female athlete, that had the potential of competing as
a teen bodybuilding contestant. Jodie Miller was that thick in her physique
with possessing that much quality of muscles on her skeletal frame.

After Mr Foster, and his son Darren dimissed the boy after he gave up playing
the game, to go home, Mr Foster nodded his head some in more approval towards
the girl, with him noticing her well defined solid abdomen muscles, just below
the gray sweatshirt that was cutoff below her pleasently rounded beasts, that
were of a decent size in measurement, not being too small. Mr Foster also
noticed Jodie's strong looking shoulders, that carried two powerful strong
looking arms to each side of her. Mr Foster had to admit to himself after
evaluating Jodie's body from her shoulder length brunette head of hair, to her
thick muscular legs, that her feet supported, that this girl was sure a cutie,
as well as a fit lass.

But Stephen Foster, Mr Stephen Foster, Darren's dad still wasn't about to
change his chauvenistic opinion about women, or young women, and them not
supposing to have a role in a male sport.

Jodie was playing the wide reciever on her team, with the other boy as center,
that was left still remaining on her team, and standing beside her. Then
Stephen Foster asked his son Darren what position the girl was playing, with
his son telling him that she went out for the passes.

"Well," Mr Foster said, "She'll be taking the position of hiking the ball. The
ladd beside her will take his rightful place as the reciever on my team. He is
on my team right? And I do take that those other two young men standing there
with my players, are your teammates correct ?" Darren's father asked his son
finishing. "Yes dad, correct, but i don't think that Jodie will appreciate it
too much being demoted to a lower position on her team," Darren returned to
his father.

Stephen Foster chuckled at his boy's answer, and said asking sarcastically,
"Her team boy? Not with me in the game now, it's my team, and she will accept
the idea of taking up the position of center." Darren didn't want to argue
with his dad, but instead suggested to his father, "Heh why don't we just
forget about this game, and go home? Besides Uncle Lenny, and aunt Gaylene
will be over soon, along with Jenny." "Boy, they won't be over for a few hours
yet. Now lets go play some of a man's sport!" Stephen told Darren, with him
not taking any more of his son's suggestions.

"OK, dad whatever, a man's sport? Yeah right!" Darren said finishing up his
sentence softly.

Mr Stephen Foster along with his son Darren walked up to the four teenagers
that were waiting to get the game back underway, with Mr Foster walking up to
the boy that would be playing on his team, and the young woman. Mr Foster
ignored the girl, and shook the boy's hand while saying to him, "Ok son, your
our wide reciever, and that young lady will be the center for me, deal boy?"
Darren dropped his head some, in shame knowing of how his father felt about
girls playing the sport of football, or any other sport that was supposively
to be a man's sport, but Darren smiled some, when he heard Jodie speak up
defending herself, and wanting to remain the wide reciever, "Sir, i know your
an adult, and us younger folks are to respect what most of your wishes are,
but i was the wide reciever." Mr Foster told Jodie, after he released the hand
of the boy, and said to her, "Not no more sweetie, you'll be centering the
ball, and blocking the incoming enemy, got that girl! Sheesh, i hope you can
block. Are you strong enough there girlie to keep any tacklers off of me,
hmmm...?"

Jodie began fuming some, but out of some respect she held her cool, and
returned to Mr Foster saying, "Don't worry mister, i'm strong enough to put
both of those guys down. I just hope you can throw the ball, and not the game
that we are presently winning!" Mr Foster smiled at the girl's confindence she
had in herself, and asked two questions before the game resumed, "OK, what's
the score, and whose ball was it last ?" The girl answered before anyone else
could telling Mr Foster the score, and with pride she answered, "The score?
Hmmm,, lets see we're up 24, to 6, with me taking us there scoring three
touchdowns, and converting on all of the two point conversions. Oh please, i
do have to give credit to the fine looking young boy that was our quaterback
for throwing me accurate passes..." Mr Foster chuckled at the girl, when she
finished up telling him that the ball belonged to the opposing team, and then
said to her, "Well girlie, when we get the ball back, you'll get to watch how
some real men score points in the game of football. Right boy !?!" Mr Foster
asked while slapping the boy on his team upon his shoulder. The boy only
agreed, with Darren thinking to himself, "Sheesh, really dad, can't you be
more nonchalant about your chavenistic views?"

Darren took his new position as center, with the taller boy of his team taking
over the role of wide reciever. Mr Foster placed himself to cover the long
passes, with directing the boy on his team to cover the short passing routes,
leaving Jodie to rush the quarter back. Mr Foster felt confindent in choosing
his teammates roles, now satisfied with the lineup.

The two teams then drew themselfs to the ball, with Darren taking center, and
ahold of the ball. Darren looked up to Jodie as he reached for the ball to
hike it, and through hoping eyes with knowing just how strong Jodie was, that
she would not go hard on him when he tried to keep his quarteback safe on his
feet. Darren thought, Jodie would have enough sportmanship not to hold
anything against him because of his father's attitude.

Well Darren was correct but was unable to hold Jodie off, with her making her
way through him, with little effort after he hiked the ball. Darren sat on his
duff briefly while looking back he saw Chad his teammate, and quarterback,
scramble somewhat frantically to avoid Jodie's rush on him. Chad barely got
the ball off to the taller boy that was on a short pass route, before he was
taken down in the process of releasing the ball, by the strong young woman,
Miss Jodie Miller.

"Yesss!" Darren shouted seeing his teammate catch the ball, and shouted louder
when seeing him taking a fake to his left, then circling to his right to avoid
the boy that was defending him. Then Darren, along with Chad threw their arms
up as a referree would when scoring a touchdown. What surprised Darren some
though, was when he saw how easily Trevor slipped past his father with a
lightening quick fake, taking the ball in for the six.

Chad's team converted on the two points with Chad fighting the ball out of his
father's hands, on a pass thrown to him, for a short passing two point
conversion.

Some slaps of fives were in order for Chad, Trevor, and Darren, with them
closing in the score to 24, to 14.

Jodie prepared herself for the kickoff, along with Mr Foster, and Brian her
teammate, but not before looking at Stephen Foster in some dissapointment for
believing he allowed the touchdown, and the two point conversion to be
successful. "Sheeshhh,, the man can't even defend the ball against his own
son..." Jodie thought to herself, then turned her attention back to the game,
and the uncoming kickoff.

The kickoff of the ball was made with it heading straight towards Jodie, and
with her looking like the gal that was going to return the kick, had the ball
dissappear before her eyes, as Mr Foster quickly stepped in front of her
taking claim over the ball. Jodie froze where she was, allowing Brian to block
for Darren's father, and as she hoped, Mr Foster was mauled down by the three
teenage boys on the opposing kickoff team. What Jodie wasn't hoping for was a
fumble, with Mr Foster losing the ball, and Darren recovering it, with him now
heading for the endzone. Darren had no difficulty slipping past Brian on his
return, but met a solid brick wall in Jodie, as she drove into him defending
the goaline. Jodie drove into Darren wrapping her strong arms about his waist,
and while lifting him from his feet, she fell forward with him in her arms,
falling untop of him, taking Darren down solidly onto his back, in a crushing
tackle. Darren allowed a loud groan escape his mouth as he felt the weight of
Jodie landing squarely ontop of him, but had held to the ball.

Mr Stephen Foster saw how hard Darren was taken down by the girl, and rushed
to his son's side to see if he was ok. "Damn girl, this is suppose to be a
game, we're not gladiators in a roman coloseum trying to tear one another
apart! Are you ok son?" Stephen asked his boy. "Yeah dad i'm fine, i'll be
ok.." Darren answered his father. Jodie held her silence towards Mr Foster,
not wanting to argue with him, until that is when Mr Foster wanted to dimiss
her from playing with them. "Girl you can go home now.. I don't need you on my
team, if your going to get so rough!" Mr Foster told her. "Yeah right
whatever, you sorry old man.. You need all the help you can get, because you
certainly won't win the game with just you, and that little wimpy Brian on
your team, with going up against a team of three!" Jodie returned angrily.
Brian only lowered his eyes agreeing with Jodie, within' himself knowing she
was right. Brian though was to scared of the girl to defend himself in
returning to her remark of calling him a wimp, so he continued to be quite,
not speaking up in the matter.

Jodie then suggested to Mr Foster that she would play along side of Darren,
and his team, if Mr Foster was willing to accept Chad as his teammate.. Mr
Foster was hesitant in accepting Jodie's proposel, until Darren encougaged him
to, telling his dad that he was fine, and that Jodie really didn't hit him
that hard while making the tackle on him. So there was a player change between
the two teams, with Chad taking Jodie's place on Mr Foster's team, and Jodie
taking her side with Trevor, and Darren.

In the offensive huddle, Jodie asked Darren if he minded her teaching his
father a lesson. Darren wondered just what Jodie meant in making such a
request of him if he minded if she taught his father a lesson, in which she
returned by replying, "Oh maybe rough him up a little with some roughhouse
style football..." Darren smiled to himself, thinking that it might be a good
idea, if it was a gal who taught his father a lesson on a playing field, in a
man's sport, well in a man's sport in his father's mind. Darren with little
hesitation agreed to Jodie's proposel.

So as it went with Jodie's plan, they took to the line, with Trevor centering
the ball, and Darren taking up the quarterback position, allowing Jodie to
become the reciever. The play selected by Jodie was a medium pass route
between Brian who was taking the short coverage, and Mr Foster protecting the
long pass. Well Darren, and Jodie didn't have that far of a field ahead of
them with but maybe fifthteen yards of turf seperating them from the endzone.

Trevor snapped the pigskin to Darren, with Jodie taking her planned route on
course, it was just as Jodie briefly slipped past Brian that she made her
reception, after Darren shook Chad off from tackling him in the back field.

Darren waited only a short moment to see what Jodie had in mind as to exactly
what she meant by playing some roughhouse football, and found out when his dad
took a hard stiff arm to his face, with Jodie knocking him cleanly on his ass,
with her dancing the ball in the endzone for the score. "AArrhhggg..." Mr
Foster took ahold of his mouth, and nose, grunting in pain as he sat on the
turf, looking up in some disgust. Jodie played her role well with taunting
Stephen Foster, with her tossing the ball to the ground beside him, and
saying, "Looks like you hit your bottom hard Mr Foster, and it looks like
we're back into this game, thanks to you, not once nor twice, but three times
now! Oh lets see am i wrong Mr Foster? You allowed a touchdown, and a two
point conversion when i was on your team, and when you should of taken me
down, only a girl? Gee, i scored,, teehee,, heehee,,, but not before knocking
you on your ass!"

Jodie's remarks to Stephen Foster was enough to keep him from attempting to
exclude her from the game, now only wanting to exact some vengence on her
himself. Jodie knew what to expect from Mr Foster, with it being obvious to
her, after hearing Mr Foster's answer, "OK little girlie, ya want to play
rough, well then brace yourself!" Mr Foster told her. Jodie smiled back as she
went back towards Darren, and Trevor, and said politely to Stephen Foster
saying, "No Mr Foster, you better brace yourself..."

Darren was turning with excitement inside of himself in the huddle, and asked
Jodie with some anticapation, "OK whadda ya gonna do next, take him down
harder?" Jodie giggle sweetly at Darren, and said to him in return, "Well lets
say, he'll have a hard time sitting after this game is over,, teehee..."

The plan now on the two point conversion was that Jodie was to line up wide
right to go out for a pass, but instead she was to drop back, and swing in
behind Darren, and take the handoff for the two.

Well the idea worked, with Jodie pulling in the football from Darren, and on
her rush to the left she swept by Brian easily when he crossed over the line
of scrimmage to make the tackle on her. Jodie then avoided Chad, but after
that she saw Mr Foster driving in on her hard to make his attempt at tackling
her, but this time he went down even harder..

"IIIiieeaahhggGGG!" Mr Foster felt as though he was hit by a mack truck, with
Jodie not being intimadated by him at all, met him straight on, with the ball
tucked tightly in her arms, she lowered her head, and drove her upper body
weight straight through Stephen Foster, running over him like a mack truck,
thus going through him as if he was nothing but a weak little boy, trying to
take down the star female football player, and converting on the two points.

Jodie slapped the ball to the ground again beside Mr Foster, and said in
satisfaction, "I believe it's now 24, to 22, and your team is still up, but
babyboy, that's not going to last!"

Mr Foster lowered his head some in shame, and looked up sheepishly to Jodie,
knowing himself, that he was being outclassed in a game of football, and that
by a girl. Mr Foster though wasn't about to allow Jodie to get away with
outshining him so easily. Mr Foster's plan of tactics he would use against
Jodie now would be a little more brutal, whether she was a girl or not. Was Mr
Foster even thinking, or considering that this girl was actually a better
athlete, and stronger then he was, by far? Well,, hmmm...

Well maybe not...

On the kickoff, Mr Foster took the ball for the return, and Jodie had no
problem, with the help of Darren sticking Mr Foster, and his team deep into
their own territory, with Jodie, and Darren bringing his father down.

"OK girlfriend, what's your plan now, for daddy's further lesson?" Darren
asked Jodie in the defensive huddle. "Well lets say i rush the quarterback,"
Jodie said smiling sweetly at Darren, with him returning to her with a smile,
and replying, "Good idea!"

Jodie pulled herself up over center, and said softly smiling at Brian, "Just
step out of my way please, i have a little score with Mr Foster here to
settle..." Brian took Jodie's drift, and smiled back, saying quietly to her,
"No problem..."

Brian snapped the ball quickly to Stephen Foster, and without a moments
hesitation he stepped out of Jodie's way allowing her to breeze past him like
grease lightening. Mr Foster went into a state of panic when seeing Jodie
larger then life rushing in on him like a raging bull. Mr Foster tried rolling
to his right to avoid the muscular adult teen girl, but as he did with his
back turned to Jodie, she hit him hard from behind, driving her shoulder into
the small of his back, and wrapping her strong female arms about his
upperbody, and then driving him forward, she brought him down hard face first
into the turf. "IIIiieeeaaahhhgggGG!!"

"FUMBLE!" Trevor shouted!

Mr Foster fumbled the ball upon contact, with Darren recovering the fumble to
go on, scoring a six.

Well that made the score between the two teams with Jodie, Darren, and Trevor
now up, 28, to 24. The two point conversion went as well with Darren taking
the two pointer, on a pass from Jodie. But Jodie took a solid late hit from Mr
Foster, late after the play was over. Darren stormed over to Jodie who was
lying on the ground holding her hip in some pain, and asked her if she was
alright, then he turned to his dad, and said in disgust, and anger, "How could
you dad, she's a girl? Just because she is roughing you up a little on the
field, and playing a better game at that then you, you don't have to hit her
even harder then she had you.. Your that much of a wimp dad, that you can't
take being shown up by a girl, who can play better football then you!?!"

Mr Foster brushed the dirt from his pants, and returned to his son saying,
"We'll see son, we'll see..." Jodie then spoke up saying to Darren first,
"Don't worry sweetie, i'm ok.. Mr Foster, i'll tell you what.. It's your ball
again next on the kickoff, and we're up 30, to 24.. If your team can score on
the kickoff, teehee,, that's if you don't choke up the ball again on the
return, your team wins the game, or if you score on the next set of downs
after the kickoff, your team wins, deal little man!?!"

Mr Foster without a hesitation took Jodie's proposel, and would take the win,
if Chad, Brian, and himself could muster up a score.

Then Jodie added saying, "But little man that is the only chance you get,
cause if you don't score, and turn the ball over to us on downs, the game is
over, and we win!" Mr Stephen Foster had no problem with Jodie's game plan of
how the game would end, rightly so because he didn't know how much more
playing the game he could take. Mr Foster panted heavily in himself, with
exhaustion now taking over his body, due to the beating that Jodie had given
to him on the field thus far, and returned to her saying, "Sure kiddo, sure
whatever you say..."

Jodie smiled to herself, knowing Mr Foster was breaking down physically, and
she even detected that he was speaking a little more kindly to her, then Jodie
said to him, "I just hope your up to another set of downs old man,, teehee.."

Well on the kickoff Jodie went easy, even to the point of not making the
tackle on Mr Foster, allowing Darren, and Trevor to take him in a double team
tackle. Jodie though did keep her spirit of taunting up when she strolled past
Mr Foster saying, "Gee old man, your really full of surprises aren't you? You
actually held onto the ball that time. Now impress me some more, and lets see
if you have it in yourself to score against us,, teehee,, hee..."

Two plays later, after Mr Foster, and Brian, along with Chad moved the ball up
field some, third down was coming up. Mr Foster then connected on a pass to
Chad, with him just being stopped short of the goalline, but yet with a liitle
distance between the ball, and the goalline.

"OK, guys, this is fourth down, and our last chance to win this one. Chad i'm
going to hand the ball off to you to take in for the winning score. Can you do
it boy?" Chad thought he could, with nodding his head to Mr Foster in an
affirmative. "Good boy, i'm dependin' on ya now, don't let me down.."

Well it looked as if Chad was going to score after the ball was handed off to
him, with a wide opening to the endzone, but then Jodie was closing in fast
for the takedown on Chad, it came to her surprise she was hit hard from the
side by Mr Foster, who took her down to the turf in a tackle. Darren, and
Trevor happened to close in shortly after the excursion between Mr Foster, and
Jodie, to stop Chad from scoring.

Well the play ended with Chad not being able to score.

Darren as well as Brian, Trevor, and Chad, all caught ahold of what was
happening now between Jodie, and Mr Stephen Foster, with her holding him in a
punishing full body scissors, and with her telling him somewhat loudly, "You
little wuss, you know that was an illegal play on your part, taking me out
like that!"

Mr Foster's face was now burning red with lines of pain etching themselfs
sharply across his face, as Jodie tightened her hard muscular thighs about his
midsection, just below his chest, while lying on her side.

Darren was actually smiling, and excited as he watched his dad, who was now
near to crying due to the fullbody scissors that Jodie had him painfully
trapped in.

Jodie wasn't leaving up on Mr Foster's stomach for one minute with squeezing,
and punishing him for his unfair play. Mr Foster was paying for his
unsportsmanship now in the worst way, as he felt the compression, of Jodie's
strong muscular innerthighs swell to a greater degree, pressing themselfs
deeper into his midesection, and a portion of his chest.

"Apologise now Mr Foster, tell me how much of a cowardly little wussy you are,
or else i'm going to make you hurt alot more, and have you crying like a
little baby, here in front of your son, along with these other boys. Now
apologise, or else you WIMP!" Jodie said hotly while squeezing Stephen Foster
even harder, thus making it even harder for him to breathe, or even to speak.
"Oh i'm sorry, how unkind of me Mr Foster, does this hurt?" Jodie added,
tightening her innerthighs, like a boa about him. Stephen Foster's face was
now turning from a deep burning red to a shade of blue, before Jodie started
to let up on the leg pressure she was using on him, then said to him again as
some tears started to roll down his burning cheeks, "OK Mr Foster, i'm giving
you a break here, and some time to tell me what i want to hear, and i want you
to say it loud enough for everyone else to hear, or i'm going to have to hurt
you some more, and believe me i can. Now what is it that you have to tell me,
and these other boys here, hmmm... ?"

Mr Foster had actually began crying, with tears streaming down his cheeks
freely, but yet he was to stubborn to admit openly to Jodie, what she wanted
to hear, and said through his weeping, "Go bite yourself, you muscle bound
dyke!" "IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG!!!" Jodie had given Mr Foster fair warning,
and without a moments hesitation, she forced her thighs together so tight
about Mr Foster, that the boys who were witnessing this, thought that Jodie
was going to litterly break Stephen Foster in half, starting at his spine.

Darren looked to Trevor, Chad, and Brian, and smiled saying, "That's why they
call it a scissors!"

Mr Foster's head whipped back, with feeling the incredible strength that Jodie
possessed in her legs, and the pain that he was now experiencing felt like he
was being crushed by a mighty boaconstrictor. Mr Foster began to panic, and
with his body trembling some in short convulsions, he began growing weaker by
the second. Mr Foster tried pawing, and prying himself free from Jodie's thick
swelling muscular thighs, but Mr Foster was failing miserably at his attempt
with his hands placed against Jodie's upperlegs, being placed ontop of her
thighs, pushing weakly against them.

To Mr Stephen Foster, he might as well as been trying to push a thousand pound
steel vault out of his way, because he was getting nowhere in his attempt at
escaping Jodie's strong legs.

Jodie though was barely breaking a sweat, but that maybe of having played some
football with the boys. Jodie smiled at Mr Foster, seeing his face contort
into several expressions of pain, with tears stinging his cheeks, and said to
him, "Mr Foster, Mr Foster, you know that is the wrong answer! Now one more
time, what is the correct answer? Now you better tell me, or else i just may
have to knock you out between these little puppies." Jodie said patting her
thighs.

Stephen Foster's arms, and hands fell from Jodie's legs, with his arms no
longer having any strength left in them to raise, or put up any resistance
against the strength Jodie had poured onto his body.

Then he cried softly as Jodie relieved him from the painful scissors, leaving
up on him, with her releasing some of the pressure, allowing him to speak out
his confession, "I'm a wuss, a cowardly wuss, now pleaseee,, stop hurting
meeeeee..." Jodie tightened her thighs about Stephen Foster once more with him
howling, in more pain,, "AAAaaarrrhhhgggGGG!!!"

"OK, Mr Foster, i heard you, but i don't think your son, or those other three
nice boys heard you. Can you say that just abit louder, pleaseeee,, ohh,,
pretty please? See i'm not so mean Mr Foster, i'm asking you nicely now, SAY
IT, WHERE THEY CAN YOU HEAR YOU!!!" Jodie demanded.

Mr Foster grew scared knowing that this girl would keep her promise at
knocking him out, and he also knew that the girl was stronger then him, and
that he was no fight for her. So Stephen Foster regained some of his common
sense, and made the right decision, fearing if he didn't that this powerhouse
of a girl would hurt him badly, if not break something in him.

Jodie then released some pressure from Mr Foster's hurting upperbody, with him
nearly screaming out his confession with tears, "Yesss,, YESSS,,, I'M A
COWARDLY WUSS, I CHEAT AT FOOTBALL, I'M A WIMP, NOW PLEASEEEeee,,
pleaseeeeee,, stop it HURTS!!! I apologise... sob, sob,, sob..."

Jodie kept her promise to Stephen Foster, allowing him to roll painfully from
her legs. Jodie smiled as she sat there beside Mr Foster, watching him hold
his midsection, and upperbody in pain, watching him sob heavily as he tried to
comfort himself. "Well Mr Foster, i wrestle pretty good for a girl too,
besides playing the game of football better then you ever can. Oh, Chad didn't
score on fourth down by the way, so that means you lost the game, and Darren,
Trevor, and myself won,, teehee,, heehee.."

Jodie then pulled herself to her feet, leaving Stephen Foster lying on the
ground weeping out his misery.

Jodie told Darren, Chad, Brian, and Trevor, that it was a good game, and
winked at Darren smiling, while saying as she was turning to leave their
company, "Hey Darren, maybe we can get together sometime, and go out for a
saturday afternoon matinee, at the cinema, say at the mall?" "Sure, sure Jodie
anytime, maybe this saturday. I hear there's a good movie showing!" Darren
returned to her with some excitement, as she left the boys to start home.

"Hey Darren, i think she likes you..." Brian said gleefully, trying to tease
Darren a little. Darren smiled at Brian, knowing he was correct, and returned
to him, before taking his attention on over to his father, and as he walked
over to his father he said looking back to Brian, "Yeah, maybe she does..."

Darren helped his father to his feet, with the other boys now departing, he
said to his father as he held him beneath his dad's arm, walking him over to
the car, "Dad, she was just a girl, who really couldn't play football, or
couldn't wrestle for that matter.. You just didn't have a good day against
her.."

Mr Stephen Foster returned to his son saying, "Boy i'm not in the mood for
your sarcasim, now lets get home..."

"OK, dad i'll cut the sarcasim then. She kicked your ass on the football field
in the game, and then kicked your ass in a wrestling match. Well you weren't
really wrestling were you dad? You were being outmuscled by a girl stronger
then you,," Darren finished saying as he helped his dad into the drivers side
of the car. "Oh father she didn't hurt you so badly where you can't drive, now
did she?" Darren said stepping into the passenger side of the car while
closing the car door, and seeing his father massage his bottom a little,
taunting his father once more, before his dad gave him a grumbling look,
before pulling away.

The end...

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