[all lyrics all in spoken word] This is book I started back in 1988 and was almost finished with when my girlfriend destroyed the computer and all the floppy disk (remember those probably not) they contained all the pages I had written and so I thought I'd give it another try here in Suno. it's a true story about an ex football player that ran a mechanic shop in Knoxville Tennessee and got offered money to recruit attractive females to befriend 5 star recruits to attend the school of choice and in exchange the girl would recieve free tuition. this works pretty well until one of Benny's girls is raped by one of the recruits. Benny feels so upset by this he hires and inmate to take care of the recruit while in prison and this turns into another lucrative business for Benny by helping families get vengeance on there loved ones tormentors. I hope I can entertain you with what I'm about to tell you. this story has been kept secret for over 35 years but the truth needs to come out....here it is as beat I can remember Chapter 0: The Offer Three years earlier The Knoxville Country Club smelled like polished wood, expensive cigars, and old money. Benny Hayes sat in a leather chair near the window, feeling completely out of place. His hands were still rough from the garage. There was grease in the creases of his knuckles that no amount of soap ever fully removed. He wore the only button-up shirt he owned that did not have oil stains on the collar. Across from him sat Grant Whitlock. Whitlock was silver-haired, tanned, and wore a watch that probably cost more than Benny’s truck. He had the easy smile of a man who had never worried about a bill in his life. “You’ve got a reputation, Hayes,” Whitlock said, swirling the bourbon in his glass. “People say you can fix things.” Benny leaned back. “I fix cars.” Whitlock smiled. “Cars. Problems. Situations. Same thing, if you’re good at it.” Benny did not answer. Another man sat beside Whitlock—older, heavier, with a Tennessee Volunteers ring on his finger. He had introduced himself earlier as Ray, but Benny could tell that was not the name people used when they needed something from him. Ray slid a folder across the table. Benny opened it. Inside were photographs of high school football players. Names. Positions. Rankings. Highlight stats. Some were from Tennessee. Some were from Georgia. A few were from Alabama, Florida, and other SEC country. “These boys are worth millions to this university,” Ray said. “Not just in tickets. In donations. In television money. In pride.” Benny closed the folder. “What does that have to do with me?” Whitlock set his glass down. “Tennessee has not been where it needs to be. The fans are tired. The donors are tired. We need the right recruits. The kind of players who can change a program overnight.” “And you want me to convince them?” “We want you to help them see the future,” Whitlock said. Benny laughed once, without humor. “You mean pay them.” Ray’s face tightened. “That is against the rules.” “Then what are you asking me to do?” Whitlock leaned forward. “There are young women. College-age women. Smart girls. Girls who need help paying for school. We would cover their tuition. Books. Housing. In return, they would spend time around certain recruits. Be friendly. Be convincing. Make these boys feel like Knoxville is where they belong.” Benny stared at him. “You want girls to date recruits so they’ll sign with Tennessee.” “We want them to build relationships,” Whitlock corrected. “Nothing illegal about a young man falling for a beautiful girl.” Benny shook his head. “And when they find out why those girls were there?” Whitlock’s smile did not move. “They won’t.” For a long moment, Benny said nothing. He thought about his knee. The one that had ended everything. He thought about the garage, the bills, the customers who paid late, and the life he had ended up with after football spit him out. He thought about the money. “How much?” Benny asked. Whitlock named a number. It was more than Benny made in a year. Ray slid an envelope across the table. “That’s a start,” Ray said. “There’ll be more when the first recruit commits.” Benny looked at the envelope. Then at the two men. Then at the folder full of kids who had no idea their futures were already being traded like stock. “You know this can blow up,” Benny said. “It will not,” Whitlock replied. “Not if you’re careful.” Benny picked up the envelope. He told himself he was only going to listen. He told himself he could walk away. But when he left the country club that night, the envelope was in his jacket pocket, heavy as a engine block. And somewhere in Knoxville, a recruit’s future had already begun to change.
