A Surprise Visit From My Super HoRo

I told y’all dem Liberty Christians didn’t stand a chance after my glorious night and day with my Tiger Queen; Stephanie. I had my best game of the year pouring in 25 points.

It was a slaughter of christians at Littlejohn Coliseum. I’m feeling like Maximus greeting the Tiger faithful. It is Fan Appreciation Day which means we sign autographs for an hour immediately after the game.

Although I’m a gracious host smiling and signing, my thoughts are consumed by the scent, taste and touch of a Unicorn. We have a date tonight. Suddenly my wandering eye sees something extra special.

My line is thinning out. I notice this tall beautiful drink of womanhood at the back. She is striking, with long 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) is 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…