into hers.
“Anyway, I came out of the shower in a towel just as the door opened and there they were, all three of them. I almost choked on my own spit, I was so scared. I backed into the shower again and grabbed my razor—my Daisy shaver—like I was going to be able to do anything with that.” She laughed humorlessly, and Troy winced.
“They crowded into the shower with me and one of them pinned my wrist, razor and all, against the wall. The look on his face…I tried to kick another one in the nuts, but he just grabbed my ankle and wrenched it to the side while he tore off my towel.”
“Look, I don’t know if I want to hear this—”
“You asked to hear it.” Her voice to her own ears was low and deadly.
He shut up, his face half anguished and half furious.
“The one holding my wrist grabbed my breast in his other hand, and the one with my ankle grabbed my crotch. The one in the middle unzipped and pulled out his dick….” Her voice broke.
When she could speak again she continued. “Lucky for me, Coach banged on the door—there was a request for an interview. The three of them froze, and before they could do or say anything I screamed.” Peggy swallowed before continuing.
“One of the worst things about it was the delay before Coach opened the door. Like he’d rather have walked away. Didn’t want to see what was behind it….”
Troy cursed and tried to take her in his arms but she backed away from him.
“Coach came in and there I was on the shower floor sobbing, and the one guy was stuffing his dick back into his pants. And all he said to them was, ‘Get out.’ He turned his back and told me to get dressed and that he would wait for me outside and then we needed to talk.
“We walked to his office and he shut the door and asked me if I was okay. I nodded, and he started to explain how a girl on a football team, no matter how good, was like a woman on a ship—just plain bad luck.
“He said he felt about me like he felt about his own daughters, but he was advising me to leave the team and not to say anything. That I would create a huge scandal, jeopardize not only the team but my own reputation—since they’d say I was a whore who invited them to pull a train on me—and that I’d also endanger his job.
“And he pointed out that I wouldn’t be doing anything to advance women in athletics, either. He emphasized the fact that I hadn’t actually been raped, no matter what their intent. He patted my knee and told me I was a good kid.” Peggy took a breath.
“I was so grateful for his kindness to me that I didn’t think about being furious at his selfishness. I didn’t think about the fact that those creeps had probably done this before or might do it again.
“The only thing in my mind at the time—besides relief and fury—was so dumb. Embarrassment that they had seen me naked. Coach had seen me naked, and how could I ever look him in the face again? There was no way I could play again after that.”
“Jesus,” Troy said, voice hoarse. He stood there without saying anything for a long time. “So…you never told anyone?”
She shook her head. “Not even my mother. I just wanted to put it out of my mind, bury it, pretend it didn’t happen. I figured that if I didn’t talk about it, then it would just go away.”
“You didn’t talk to a counselor or something?”
“No. What good would that have done?”
“It might have helped you deal with what happened!”
She looked at him levelly. “Would you have gone?”
He blew out a breath. “It never would have happened to me.”
“But if it had, would you have gone?”
Slowly he shook his head.
“Well, there you go. Neither did I.”
“Peggy—” he scrubbed his hands over his face “—I don’t know what to say except that I’m so sorry. What you went through was awful. Now I understand why you got so mad in there….” Troy pulled on his own jeans and shoved his hands into his pockets.
She looked at him miserably. “What I don’t get is why I inspired so much hatred and contempt, when all I wanted to do was play. It wasn’t just those three who were bad—every other player at Bryce University hated my guts. Why?
“Not because I had no talent. Not because I was a horrible person with a bad attitude. Just because I had tits. I cost a serious player a spot. A guy. I made the players a laughingstock on the college ball circuit, because they were obviously such ‘pussies’ that a girl could make the team.”
Troy closed his eyes. “The male ego is a complicated thing. Men do incredibly stupid things because of pride.”
“Oh, it was pride that made them goose me any chance they got? Harass me, come on to me, expose themselves to me? I have another word for it.”
“Not every guy could have treated you that way.”
“Nah. There were some who just ignored me.”
“And maybe on a different campus, in a different group of guys, things would have been different. Not all football players are like that.”
“Yeah,” she said bitterly. “Whatever.”
“You got a lot of press as the only woman starting for the team. Were they jealous of that?”
She shrugged. “Could have been.”
He nodded. “I think it must have irritated them.”
They stood in silence for a long moment. Then he touched her arm. “C’mon, it’s hot out here. Let’s go inside. You want something to drink?”
She was parched. “Yeah. But then I need to go. And I am going to lodge a protest with the school about their decision. It’s just bs.”
She followed him inside and let him get a glass of ice water for her, which she gulped down without a lot of grace.
Troy watched her. “Can I ask you something? And don’t get mad. It’s just a question, because I really don’t understand.”
She nodded.
“If that was your experience, then why do you want to keep training girls like my nieces, keep encouraging them to think that maybe one day they can be on a high school or college ball team? Why would you want anyone else to go through what you did?”
Peggy set her cup down with a snap. “Because it’s the only way that the system will be challenged and the only hope that someday it will change!”
He folded his arms. “Look, you don’t have coed basketball, or coed soccer or anything else. Why should there be coed football? Nobody wants it. The best you could hope for is a women’s team.”
“Then give us women’s teams. But we’re not going to get them if we’re
