The Professor’s Sexy Daughter

A NIGHT OF ECSTASY

It’s Clemson Fan Day at Littlejohn, which means all players sign autographs after the game. I have my best game of the season pouring in 25 points. I walk out to my table. A line of Tiger fans offers an impromptu ovation.

My line is thinning out. I notice this tall beautiful drink of womanhood at the back. She is striking, with long curly blonde locks. The mystery lady dons a black jacket, tight fitting leather pants and aviator sunglasses.

I think: who wears sunglasses inside a gym besides myself, a story for another day. She offers a sly smile. I recognize the smile, but I can’t put my finger on who or where. The sexy fan makes it to the front of my table and hands me a marker.

“Who do I make it to?”

She moves around the table while taking off her jacket. The sexy fan is now standing over me, rolls up the bottom of her tube top, exposing a tight, tanned tummy.

“Sign KINCAID across here.”

Pointing her finger just below her belly button. Ok I will play. My mystery lady moves a little closer. Her scent of vanilla and baked apples: I’m immediately hungry. I move closer to sign.

“One second.” She says.