It was a cold winter day in early december. I was training for an amateur MMA match that was coming up. There was no where in my town to practice at except the local college wrestling room. They were fine with my sparing partner and I using the space especially since we give their wrestlers pointers when need be. This evening I just finished my practice but wasn't ready to go home yet. I walked out of the wrestling area to the basket ball court and began watching the college practice. They had cheer leaders and trainers. A trainer is a glorified water girl. I was sitting in the bleachers wearing my basketball shorts and a tank top trying to cool off from all the hard work.
Leaning back on the bleachers I caught the eye of one of the team trainers. She was only about 5'2" a nice firm shape. It was hard to tell how she was built with the baggy sweat suit she wore. Her dark skin was almost porcelain smooth. She kept looking up at me. Giving a shy grin she tossed a quick wave my way. Keeping my cool I gave her a nod. My braids were coming undone from all the grabbing during my practices. I began unbraiding my hair in the stands. Once I was about halfway through I saw her walking up the stairs in my direction. She stopped right next to me. I pretended to be engrossed in removing my braids. As she stood over me I eventually glanced up in her direction. Moving the long curly hair from my left eye so I could get a good look at her I held back the DAMN!! that continuously echoed in my mind. She reached her small hand out and grabbed my hair sliding it between her fingers. With a shrug she said, &I can work with that.&
"Oh, you braid?" I asked.
"Of course" she said with a smirk.