You Can't Keep A Good Man Down
Did he fall for the fake, or did I? It was his fault, he fell for it. I’m tall, and played in high school, so I play pickup basketball with my brothers and their friends. When I drove on Rick, my oldest brother’s friend, I faked. He bit and jumped. He descended; I went up. His crotch hit my hip, ruining my jump so I missed the shot. He curled up on the floor, groaning. When he could breathe, I asked if he was ok. He suggested I kiss it and make it better. A...
