In the fall of 1974 Angie Tuttle was one of the biggest high school sensations in women's basketball who played for the largest prep school in Charlotte, NC. The 15 year old stand out was the only freshman playing on the girls' varsity squad. She stood only 5-1", and weighed just over 105 lbs. However, at the time there was no better ball hander in the state and no one could stop her outside shot. She obviously had a gift for basketball.
Her coach was Roger Smith, a former division I college basketball star in the early 60's who suffered a career ending injury that kept him from playing in the NBA. Although he was 35 years old at the time, he was in tip top shape and looked like he could play college ball with any school in the land. At 6' 7" and weighing close to 280 lbs of all muscle he stood out at every high school event, particularly since his hiring in 1972 received a great deal of media attention as the school's first black basketball coach of the boys and girls varsity teams.
Angie was his star player for 4 years of which the school's girl's team won the state title 3 times and was the runner up once. He developed a great relationship with all of his players and always looked out for them.
By now it was 1978 and Angie was being heavily recruited by a list of division 1 schools. Although the media attention was great, Angie wanted to stay close to home and ended up choosing UNC Charlotte's scholarship offer.
Angie and Roger stayed in touch after her graduation and had gotten to know each other well. Although she never grew any taller, Angie developed into a very attractive young lady. Still 5-1 she had a beautiful hour glass figure, very full C-cup breasts that strained the knit of any sweater she wore. She had long fiery kinky red hair that she usually pulled back in a wild, bushy pony tail. Her freckles and fair skin seemed to contrast nicely with anything she wore. With her tiny waist and curvy hips she caught admirer's eyes anywhere she went.
Because of her heavy academic schedule and basketball commitment, she had very little time for a social life and would just hang out with a few close girl friends who she had known in high school.
Roger and his wife was also still living in Charlotte. He was still teaching and coaching and his wife had a financial services job that kept her on the road quite often. Since he was by himself quite a bit, he would venture out to the UNC Charlotte basketball games to cheer his former player on at the sparsely attended basketball games. Angie always noticed him and at some point during the game would make eye contact with him to show her appreciation for his support.
Since high school Angie had this secret school girl crush on her coach because he always dressed for perfection, treated her like a total gentleman, and always had a genuine caring attitude for her.
Angie had her share of boyfriends in high school and occasionally dated in college around her busy schedule but up to this point had no serious significant "other". She would sometimes meet Roger for a quick dinner after a game and get his assessment of her performance stats that night. They thoroughly enjoyed each other's company and although he was 20 years her senior the two seemed quite compatible.
After a while if they didn't meet for a "standing date" after every home game they would meet for lunch every Wednesday just to talk and catch up. Angie (now 18) started having strong feelings for Roger (38) but she could tell he was still trying to be the same old mentor and coach, since of course; he was married and loved his wife very much.
That same year, Roger had inherited a couple of duplex homes from his uncle and offered a unit to Angie free of charge so she could have a place to get away from the dorm life hustle and bustle when she needed some serious quiet study time. He used that same unit as an office for himself.
One Wednesday, Angie noticed Roger didn't show up on time for their weekly lunch together and got very concerned. She called his office at the high school and they said he had called in sick. She then rushed over to the duplex to see if he might be there. It was a rather brisk March day and she was dressed in her snug designer jeans, turtleneck sweater, and high heel clogs.... and her untamable red hair was blowing wildly in the wind as she closed in on the duplex.