Page 106 of The Fed Sex Man

Jo

While waitingfor Tyson to get ready, I enjoyed looking at the pictures of him that were on the display in the den. Imagining his father’s pride was easy. All one had to do was take a quick look around the room.

I glanced at the many bronze medals that were in the lighted glass case and wondered what they were for. Some had footballs on them, while others did not. In studying them, I realized a portion of them were sitting on top of one of his yearbooks.

I wanted to look in it but didn’t dare open the case without his permission.

I paced the room for a few minutes. Curiosity got the best of me. I went the bathroom door and knocked.

“Come on in.”

I opened the door a few inches. Tyson stood in front of the mirror, shaving.

“Can I look at what’s inside the glass case? I’ll put it right back where it goes.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” He shaved a swath along the side of his face. “I’ll be ready in ten more minutes.”

“I’ll be in the den, drooling over your pictures.”

He blew me a kiss. “Okay.”

I closed the door and walked into the den. After carefully opening the door to the case, I picked up the yearbook from his junior year, the last year he played football.

PLANO SENIOR HIGH 1998-1999

I opened the cover and flipped through the pages. After finding the index, I was pleased to see that Tyson was pictured on sixteen pages.

I went from picture to picture, feeling as if I’d been given an opportunity to take a glimpse into Tyson’s life long before I knew him. His hair was longer, he looked younger, and he was much smaller. Even so, he was undeniably Tyson.

I wondered if he knew me during high school if we would have fallen in love. After remembering that we were six years apart in age, I decided it must have been fate that kept us apart until the time was right.

After looking at all sixteen pictures more than once, I flipped through the pages, searching for Shawn. After finding his class photo and learning his name, I looked through his photos as well.

I laughed knowing he now wore the exact same haircut he wore in school. As I went to close the book, it fell open to a page that was filled with personal notes that had been written to Tyson. Despite my desire to read them, I closed the book.

I carried it back to the case and leaned down to put it on the shelf. Curiosity tickled at my ability to resist. Eventually, I decided to read one page of notes, just to learn a little more about the man I loved.

I read the first passage that caught my attention.

TJ,

Congrats on the yardage, bro. Go Wildcats! Seniors next year, and I can’t friggin’ wait. Maybe you can get Garber to wrap those DSLs around your Johnson this summer. If you do, I want to hear all about it.

Class of ‘00 Rocks!

Binter

I knew what DSLs were, but I had no idea who Garber was. In wondering what Tyson’s junior year sweetheart looked like, I went to the index and looked up the name ‘Garber’.

Suzette Garber 21, 34, 47, 68, 101, 119, 121, 145, 161, 190, 211, 217, 232, 255

She was nearly as popular as Tyson. I eagerly flipped to page twenty-one, just to see what she looked like.

Upon opening the book to that page, my mouth fell open.