So When My Baller Came Over…

“I mean we can watch a movie or something…”

He finally decided to come over to my crib. After all the back and forth to hotels and him flying me out to different states he was playing, he finally got in his Navigator and drove his dumb ass to my crib.

Good.
I did not feel like traveling this week. I just wanted to lay back and relax at home. Now that the season had some to an end and his team was nowhere near going to the Superbowl, he was on a much-needed vacation. He had a couple of injuries that kept him from playing almost half the season. Plus, he never came to my spot. So this was an event all in its own. When he called me and said he wanted to come through, it took me by surprise. I had to get up and run to get ready.

“Let’s watch it in your room.” he asked, standing up.

He was a fine one. Boy, was he F I O N E.
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