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Eve and I retired to our room to shower and dress. She took her time, so that I joined the others while she lingered over he makeup.

“Hey, Tom, that’s a pretty little miss you’ve got. A cutie if I’ve ever seen one.” Donk glowed with admiration. “Not that I’ve ever seen many white girls up close.”

I asked whether they had dated white women.

“Naw,” said Bulldog. “I thought about it, but there weren’t any white girls where I went to college and since then I’ve been playing ball and staying at home with the wife and kids.”

The others said much the same. It squashed any idea I might have had that football players were besieged by groupies.

“We lead clean lives. We have to. No drugs, alcohol, or women. Nothing that slows down your game. Lemme tell you, football players gotta be disciplined.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t want to try some white pussy,” added Donk. “When Jamal told how you and your wife like the company of black men, we got interested. A nice clean couple. Discreet. We couldn’t turn it down.”