24-12-2018, 12:26 PM
Mike's mom eyed the pretty blonde, studying her. Jen's eyes were red with tears; she'd cried a lot the last week. "Tell me about yourself Jennifer," she said.
"I don't know," Jen said, absentmindedly brushing her hair behind her ear. "I'm not a good student. I'm really insecure. I get jealous, and have a bad temper." She was on the verge of tears, knowing she was making a terrible impression. The tears came. She sobbed, "And I'm in love with your son!"
Mike went home the next week. Jen wanted to stay with him in his room (Sam was willing to bunk with another frat brother), but Mike insisted she go home. "You need to get rest and catch up with college," he said.
She was working through a big pile of homework when Allie walked in. "Jenny, someone's here to see you," she said. Allie looked scared. Allie NEVER looked scared.
Jen's heart quicken when the big man entered her room. It was Jerry Sandusky, assistant coach of Penn State football. There were rumors about Coach Sandusky, bad things he'd done, but everything was hush hush.
"You've pressed charges against my quarterback," Sandusky said without any introduction. "And my three lineman."
Jen wasn't going to be intimidated. "They ganged up on my boyfriend," she hissed. "4 against 1. Is that what you coach?"
"What I think, young lady, is you should drop these stupid charges," Sandusky said. He pulled out an envelope and took out a dozen pictures. He dropped them on the table. They were pictures from Colin's collection, of her doing naughty things. "I particularly like this one," Sandusky said, showing her the most recent picture, of her face splattered with Colin's spunk. It had the date on it. If Mike saw this he'd know this happened after they started dating.
"If you go through with the charges, these pictures will hit the internet," Sandusky threatened. "Anonymously of course." The pictures had been carefully edited to remove Colin's face. She'd look like a complete slut to the entire world. She'd lose her scholarship for sure. The clinic wouldn't hire her. Worse, if Mike saw these, he might break up with her.
Little did she know, Sandusky had already shown Mike the pictures. He'd agreed to immediately drop the charges because he didn't want Jen to get hurt.
But Jen wouldn't allow Colin to get away with it. Mike had almost died! She glared at Sandusky and hissed "I don't care what happens to me, I'm not dropping the charges."
"You've got spunk, I'll give you that," Sandusky said almost admiringly. He took out a piece of paper and showed it to Jen. "Drop the charges, or this happens."
"What is it?" Jen said not understanding.
"It's a warrant for Mike's arrest," Sandusky said. "Your boyfriend wrote a stock picking program. Very clever from what I hear. Problem is, it might be illegal. To tell you the truth, it's probably not, at least that's what the lawyers tell me. But it'll take years to get through the courts. He'll go to jail. He'll get bail eventually, but the indictment will hang over him. His career would be toast, maybe his life too. Do you really want that?"
Jen ran to the football facility. She burst into Coach Paterno's office. "Please, I've got to see Coach Paterno," she begged his secretary. Luckily, Paterno had a male secretary and Jen was a very pretty girl. The secretary said "wait here, I'll see what I can do."
As Jen waited, she felt confident Coach Paterno would help her. All her life she'd adored Penn State football. It was more than just football. When things got bad -- with her mom, her dad -- she had Penn State football. It'd been that way all her life. A place to escape to.
Her love wasn't diminished by jerks like Colin, the 3Cs or that slimeball Sandusky. They didn't represent Penn State. But Coach Paterno did. He WAS Penn State. She idolized him, she always had. He'd make this right.
"You've got five minutes," the secretary said.
"Thanks!" Jen said, clutching the secretary's hand.
"Coach Paterno," Jen said seeing the legendary coach. "You don't know me. My name's Jennifer Johnson. My boyfriend is Mike Andrews. Some of your players, Colin and the 3Cs ganged up on Mike at the Crypts. He almost died! Now Coach Sandusky is going rogue or something. He's blackmailing me to drop the charges. Please, you've got to help me!"
Coach Paterno gave Jen a concerned look. "I've been praying for Mike. They say he'll make a full recovery. Thank god for that."
"I know," Jen said. "But we can't let Colin get away with this! They ganged up on Mike, it was 4 against 1!"
Paterno nodded, agreeing. "Colin's actions were unacceptable," he said sternly. "I've punished him. He's suspended the 1st half of our next game."
"One half?" Jen cried incredulously. "That's no punishment! Coach Paterno, they almost killed Mike!"
Coach Paterno gave her a fatherly understanding smile. He shrugged, as if saying "what else can I do?"
Jen stared disbelievingly at Paterno. Didn't he understand? Why wasn't he getting this?
"Coach Sandusky tried to blackmail me," she said. "He has pictures of me, from Colin's camera ..."
Paterno shook his head disapprovingly. "I told him not to use the pictures."
"You knew about them?" Jen asked shocked.
Paterno nodded. "Don't worry, they'll be destroyed," he assured her. He frowned gravely. "The arrest warrant against Mike is another thing. We can't turn a blind eye to students breaking the law."
Jen staggered out of Paterno's office. Sandusky hadn't gone rogue. Paterno was in on it. He was telling Sandusky what to do! They cared more about stupid football than justice.
Jen got back to her sorority. She called the security officer department and dropped the charges against Colin and the 3Cs. What else could she do? She couldn't let them hurt Mike.
Then she fell into her bed, sobbing at feeling so helpless. She pulled herself together and got up. She went to see Mike. She wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted to be with him. She loved him.
She didn't go to the game the next week, or the week after. She never went to a Penn State game again.
"I don't know," Jen said, absentmindedly brushing her hair behind her ear. "I'm not a good student. I'm really insecure. I get jealous, and have a bad temper." She was on the verge of tears, knowing she was making a terrible impression. The tears came. She sobbed, "And I'm in love with your son!"
Mike went home the next week. Jen wanted to stay with him in his room (Sam was willing to bunk with another frat brother), but Mike insisted she go home. "You need to get rest and catch up with college," he said.
She was working through a big pile of homework when Allie walked in. "Jenny, someone's here to see you," she said. Allie looked scared. Allie NEVER looked scared.
Jen's heart quicken when the big man entered her room. It was Jerry Sandusky, assistant coach of Penn State football. There were rumors about Coach Sandusky, bad things he'd done, but everything was hush hush.
"You've pressed charges against my quarterback," Sandusky said without any introduction. "And my three lineman."
Jen wasn't going to be intimidated. "They ganged up on my boyfriend," she hissed. "4 against 1. Is that what you coach?"
"What I think, young lady, is you should drop these stupid charges," Sandusky said. He pulled out an envelope and took out a dozen pictures. He dropped them on the table. They were pictures from Colin's collection, of her doing naughty things. "I particularly like this one," Sandusky said, showing her the most recent picture, of her face splattered with Colin's spunk. It had the date on it. If Mike saw this he'd know this happened after they started dating.
"If you go through with the charges, these pictures will hit the internet," Sandusky threatened. "Anonymously of course." The pictures had been carefully edited to remove Colin's face. She'd look like a complete slut to the entire world. She'd lose her scholarship for sure. The clinic wouldn't hire her. Worse, if Mike saw these, he might break up with her.
Little did she know, Sandusky had already shown Mike the pictures. He'd agreed to immediately drop the charges because he didn't want Jen to get hurt.
But Jen wouldn't allow Colin to get away with it. Mike had almost died! She glared at Sandusky and hissed "I don't care what happens to me, I'm not dropping the charges."
"You've got spunk, I'll give you that," Sandusky said almost admiringly. He took out a piece of paper and showed it to Jen. "Drop the charges, or this happens."
"What is it?" Jen said not understanding.
"It's a warrant for Mike's arrest," Sandusky said. "Your boyfriend wrote a stock picking program. Very clever from what I hear. Problem is, it might be illegal. To tell you the truth, it's probably not, at least that's what the lawyers tell me. But it'll take years to get through the courts. He'll go to jail. He'll get bail eventually, but the indictment will hang over him. His career would be toast, maybe his life too. Do you really want that?"
Jen ran to the football facility. She burst into Coach Paterno's office. "Please, I've got to see Coach Paterno," she begged his secretary. Luckily, Paterno had a male secretary and Jen was a very pretty girl. The secretary said "wait here, I'll see what I can do."
As Jen waited, she felt confident Coach Paterno would help her. All her life she'd adored Penn State football. It was more than just football. When things got bad -- with her mom, her dad -- she had Penn State football. It'd been that way all her life. A place to escape to.
Her love wasn't diminished by jerks like Colin, the 3Cs or that slimeball Sandusky. They didn't represent Penn State. But Coach Paterno did. He WAS Penn State. She idolized him, she always had. He'd make this right.
"You've got five minutes," the secretary said.
"Thanks!" Jen said, clutching the secretary's hand.
"Coach Paterno," Jen said seeing the legendary coach. "You don't know me. My name's Jennifer Johnson. My boyfriend is Mike Andrews. Some of your players, Colin and the 3Cs ganged up on Mike at the Crypts. He almost died! Now Coach Sandusky is going rogue or something. He's blackmailing me to drop the charges. Please, you've got to help me!"
Coach Paterno gave Jen a concerned look. "I've been praying for Mike. They say he'll make a full recovery. Thank god for that."
"I know," Jen said. "But we can't let Colin get away with this! They ganged up on Mike, it was 4 against 1!"
Paterno nodded, agreeing. "Colin's actions were unacceptable," he said sternly. "I've punished him. He's suspended the 1st half of our next game."
"One half?" Jen cried incredulously. "That's no punishment! Coach Paterno, they almost killed Mike!"
Coach Paterno gave her a fatherly understanding smile. He shrugged, as if saying "what else can I do?"
Jen stared disbelievingly at Paterno. Didn't he understand? Why wasn't he getting this?
"Coach Sandusky tried to blackmail me," she said. "He has pictures of me, from Colin's camera ..."
Paterno shook his head disapprovingly. "I told him not to use the pictures."
"You knew about them?" Jen asked shocked.
Paterno nodded. "Don't worry, they'll be destroyed," he assured her. He frowned gravely. "The arrest warrant against Mike is another thing. We can't turn a blind eye to students breaking the law."
Jen staggered out of Paterno's office. Sandusky hadn't gone rogue. Paterno was in on it. He was telling Sandusky what to do! They cared more about stupid football than justice.
Jen got back to her sorority. She called the security officer department and dropped the charges against Colin and the 3Cs. What else could she do? She couldn't let them hurt Mike.
Then she fell into her bed, sobbing at feeling so helpless. She pulled herself together and got up. She went to see Mike. She wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted to be with him. She loved him.
She didn't go to the game the next week, or the week after. She never went to a Penn State game again.
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