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Why Do You Love Me
A Game for Lovers
My Boo Thang Courtney is visiting for the weekend from UNC Greensboro. We spent the night after our victory over South Carolina at the Ramada Inn. Court and I have made it back to my apartment. We are all alone. My roommates are sleeping over with their girlfriends. No practice today. Our reward for beating our in-state rivals, the Gamecocks.
Dinner will be a victory meal. The training table provides daily fuel for warriors. Victory Meals are a feast Fit For A King. Till then I’m posted up with my queen at our kitchen bar.
We are snacking on a fruit tray containing sliced apples and oranges, figs and grapes, chunks of watermelon cantaloupe and honeydew melons. We are drinking mimosas sharing a plate dipping the fruit in caramel.
My Queen dons hip-hugging pink crushed velvet warm-ups with a matching hooded jacket. Her blonde locks have soft bouncy curls with some secured with a comb behind her right ear. Big gold hoop earrings complete her ensemble.
I’m watching her chew after feeding her a slice of apple dipped in caramel. I find everything she does alluring. She is so sweet and lovely. Ever since the Dirty Shower, our relationship has rocketed to dimensions mere mortals couldn’t understand. My Queen speaks:
