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to get some balls.”
    “What the fuck do you mean?” Charlie had
never said a word to Matt before about his and Keisha’s lifestyle, and he sure
as hell had never set foot in Rebels’ Roost. Keisha’s dad was about as vanilla
as anybody associated with the Rebels.
    “I know more than I want to about the
ass-backward arrangement you and my girl have, and I’ve got a pretty good
notion of some of the shit that goes on at Rebels’ Roost. How the hell could I
help figurin’ it out when you go around the locker room with your dick locked
down half the time, and when you have on a dog collar when I visit you at
home?”
    Charlie had a point, but he certainly had
never mentioned a word before. “I guess it would have been pretty hard to
ignore the signs.”
    “Don’t worry, just take over. Make her do
what she needs to do. I’ll back you up if she tries to give you grief.” For a
minute Charlie shut up, but then he shook his head. “I guess Keisha’s always
had it rough, her being big like my ma when her mom was so dainty and all. I
feel real bad for passing along my fat genes to her, especially now when you’re
telling me she may die because of them.”
    “Not your fault, Charlie.” But Matt wasn’t
so sure. After Keisha’s mom had died, Charlie had sent Keisha to live with his
mother and grandmother, a couple of the biggest women and best cooks Matt had
ever met. “Like you told me last fall when we first talked about me switching
positions, weight’s largely a matter of what and how much a guy eats. If I can
lose a bunch of weight, why can’t Keisha do it, too?”
    “Because food’s always been my girl’s
security blanket. And the bigger she’s gotten, the less she’s wanted to
exercise.” Charlie paused, as if he wondered if he should go on. “Mama and
Grandma did that to me, too. If I hadn’t gone away to college and had a coach
who clamped down on me, I’d have been in the same boat. Did you know I weighed
three twenty when I was eighteen?”
    Three twenty? Charlie was several inches
shorter than Matt and the heaviest Matt had ever been was three ten. “No. I
have trouble believing that.” Charlie had been an all-Pro defensive end, and
though he’d been coaching now for ten or twelve years, he still kept himself in
pretty good shape.
    “It’s true. I used to eat a lot when I was
happy and even more when I was sad. Just about every occasion was an excuse to
eat at my house. And I sent my girl to live there after her mama died.” Charlie
hung his head.
    Matt reached over, patted the older man’s
shoulder. “It’s okay, Charlie. Keisha loves her grandmas. And you did what you
had to do.” The man couldn’t very well have played pro ball without having some
help raising his daughter who’d been just eight years old when her mom had
died. “But damn it, we can’t let Keisha kill herself.” Matt stood. He had to
talk to Keisha now, and he had to make her listen. “I’m going in there to talk
to her now.”
    Charlie shook his head. “Good luck, son.”
    * * * * *
    “No way. You’re insane if you think I’m
gonna have this surgery. That doctor is out of her mind. I just had a little
fainting spell, but now I feel perfectly okay. If you don’t like me the way I
am, get your white ass out of here and don’t come back.” Keisha sounded
surprisingly strong. The fact she was hostile to his suggestions didn’t
surprise him at all. “If you don’t, you’ll be sorry when I spring myself out of
here.”
    “Sweetheart—”
    “I’m not your fucking sweetheart, I’m your
Mistress and don’t you forget it.”
    Matt should leave. If he did he would be
following his Mistress’ express orders, something he’d been doing without
question for the past five years, ever since he’d knelt in the dungeon at
Rebels’ Roost and sworn to be her faithful, obedient slave. He had no doubt
that Keisha meant it when she ordered him to go.
    But he couldn’t walk away. He loved her too
damn