The coach's visit

The idea of involving me apparently also came to the team's coach, who approached me in the church forecourt and asked me for a chat. Naturally, I took the time, apologized briefly to the bystanders and disappeared into the nave with the attractive lady. As people were still sitting on the pews in the nave (or had not yet woken up), I took her into the sacristy and offered her a seat.

“My name is Karen Hintze, just Karen please, and I coach the cheerleading team. I think I saw you briefly at one of our training sessions? Unfortunately, you were gone again when I went to introduce myself.”

“Oh, I didn't have much time that day, I'm sorry.” I added only in thought: 'Besides, the girls' training made me too horny'. But of course I shouldn't say that aloud. Even when I thought back to that day and the girls' sweaty bodies, I started to get hot again.

“Have you heard the rumors that are being spread about three of my protégés?”

“I don't know the details, but I was told that three of the cheerleaders were wandering around the village at night and because their clothes were found in the cemetery, stories ranging from **** to the occult are being told,” I summarized my knowledge.

“I spoke to all three of them yesterday. Their parents called me in because I might have better access to them as a trainer and also as a person of trust. And yes, believe me, I am the first point of contact for many issues, far ahead of the parents.”

I believed that immediately. Coaches and trainers usually had a special relationship with their protégés, because parents tended to think backwards and conservatively, especially in the countryside. That's why I saw the advantage of my own age in youth work. I left my brief thought about the vow of silence that she, unlike me, was not subject to unspoken, as it could not contribute anything here.