It's a boring Wednesday morning, A unemployed guy is sitting home half listening to the radio, thinking to himself how bad his life is. When his phone rings.
He answers, Hello.
Is this Michael Days, the man on the other end says.
Yes.
You just won the stupid prize of the day from ksyt.
I did, he says in shock.
Yes and all you have to do is say I'm more stupid then ksyt.
O.k., I'm game, I'm more stupid then ksyt.
All right, your prize is… a tour of the weather channel, please hold for details.
Then music starts to play and the man comes back on the phone.
Are you still there?
Yes, now what's my real prize?
That's it.
That is a stupid prize.
Yea, I know.
Here are the details, a yellow cab will pick you up at 3pm and drive you there and you will have a ticket to go on their tour for free.
But the tickets are free anyhow, so all I get is a cab ride.
That's right, be ready at three and he hangs up.
Thinking it's a boring day, he decides it's something to do.
The cab pulls up about 3pm and he gets in.
So your stupid huh, the cabby asks.
Just shut up and drive he replies.
Ok, pal.
They arrive at the studio about three thirty-five.
He gets out and walks throw the door and to the counter.
Hello, the woman at the counter says.
I'm here for the three thirty tour, I won the ksyt stupid contest.
Oh they just left, but you can catch them if you go throw that door and take the first right, and she hands him a tag.
He puts it on and goes the throw the door.
Throw the doors and take first left he thinks to himself.
He takes the left he comes to and walks until he comes to a door.
Great, I'm lost now, he says to himself.
Just then the door opens and knocks him down.
A woman with short blond hair, and a great body steps out, she has on a black leather skirt that falls just above the knees, white silk blouse, white thigh highs and black high heels.
Oh I'm so sorry she says, and reaches down and helps him up.
It's ok, he says.
She looks at him, and with a big smile says,
Your Michael Day, 2000 starting pitcher for the Boston red sox.
Yea, you heard of me?
You bet, I followed your career, you played for the Kingston sox's 98-99 before getting moved up to the majors for the 2000 season, your fourth starting game you throw a fast ball dislocated your shoulder and after that I couldn't find anything on you, what happened.
I'm glade I have one fan, I only wish I knew her name.
Kristina Abernathy.
Well, it's nice to meet you Mrs. Abernathy.
Please call me Kris.
Ok, Kris.
He reaches behind his head.
Ouch.
Did you bump your head when you fell?
No, it's my shoulder.
Come back to my office, I think I have something that might make it feel better.
I don't want put you throw any trouble, it will be fine.
It's no trouble, just follow me.
He follows her back to her office and they go in.
Take off your jacket and sit in the chair.
He takes off his jacket and sits down.
She looks at him.
Oh you have your red sox jersey on.
Yea, number 199.
Why number 199 she asks, as she goes throw her desk?
Because they signed me on January of 99, even though they didn't bring me up until 2000.
Oh here it is, she takes out a green jar from her desk.
Take off your shirt and I'll put some on you.
He takes his shirt off and puts over the back of the chair with his jacket.
Kristina walks behind him and start to rub the cream on his shoulder.
How dose that feel?
Great.
He turns his head to speak to her and when he dose she kisses him.
Oh, I don't know what just came over me, I've never just up and kissed a guy I've just met.
It's all right, I liked it.
You did?
Yes.
She starts to rub his chest.
Mike relaxes more.
He stands up and walks around to her.
Mike takes her firmly in his arms and starts to kiss while squeezing her firm ass.
Kristina lifts her right leg up and starts to rub his with it.
He unbuttons her blouse as they're kissing and takes it off her.
Her breasts are nice and firm.
Mike massages them throw her black lacey bra.
Kristina starts to moan.
