No longer being a pussy about things...

After spending the next hour talking with coaches from two different schools who were half-stunned at the sudden appearance of a savior and the star-filled eyes of his two nieces from pie-in-the-sky fucknowhere, Tom somehow managed to talk off a drink or three from some otherwise exuberant parents and found some solace in the elevator lobby. A few more moments in the bar, he was sure he would use the coin to end things. Right there. No more coin, no more headache, life would be interesting but at least he'd be okay with himself.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He looked back as Sarah joined him at the elevators, holding a smoothie from the juice bar out front.

"I don't know how I get myself into these messes," he muttered in response as the doors opened and the two of them hopped in. "I mean, it's one thing to impact the people around us...but to make two new sets of relations? How does the coin impact other people?"

Sarah shrugged as she took a sip and then glanced at him. "Do you really want to care about this or just take things as they come?"

"I hate being this indecisive, you know...I'm so far out of my comfort zone..."

Sarah nodded and patted him on the shoulder as they neared her floor. "Then don't be. Hold the coin and just wish it away."

Tom whispered "Sarah, good night" and he smiled as Amorina waved at him before she hopped out of the elevator and headed to her assigned room. He rode the elevator up a few more floors, taking some time to think about her comment, and as he stepped off the elevator, he took the coin out of his pocket and held it in his hand. "I wish I was more aggressive when it comes to dealing with women, being more self-assured, and more than willing to dominate over the woman." Tom paused as he felt the coin becoming warmer to the touch. "I wish that instead of making them feel dangerous, I want the women to feel like Sarah does, that my dominance over them is welcome, protective, and what they crave. I want them to feel like this is truly love and they can't, and won't, get it from anyone else."

Tom felt the warmth radiate from his hand throughout his body and he had to close his eyes as the coin's heat radiated throughout his body and by the time he had reached the door to his hotel room, the heat had centered around his eyes and his hands. Tom didn't know what drove him to think about things like consequences, everything was so clear now. He had been given a gift and Sarah was right: He didn't really care about how it impacted others. He had the coin, he had control, he should learn to use it.

The first thing he needed to do was simple. Open the fucking door.

Or rather, put it, open the door and then fuck the hell out of the woman inside.

Yes, that was a better way of putting things. His hand steady, his mind clear of any and all lingering doubt, he placed the coin back into his pocket and pulled out his room key and opened the door.