March 15
I'm in love. I have found the man of my dreams. Frank O'Malley. He's a player on the Garrisonville Gophers. It's a small team. Minor league. Very minor league. That doesn't matter to me though. He's fucking hot. I have never seen a more beautiful man in my entire life. Just the thought of him makes my heart race and my mind spin. I want to know everything about him.
April 1
Frank loves me! He told me so. Not in words. We're beyond words now. It happened in the middle of the game. He hit that gram slam and looked me right in eye. He knew just where I was sitting up there in the stands and locked eyes. That's when I knew.
April 13
I finally made it inside. Seriously, it shouldn't be so hard for a woman to get into her soulmate's locker room. I know my Frank so well it took me no time at all to find his locker and break the code on his silly little lock. That's where I found it. His uniform from the last game. Waiting to be washed. They smell wonderful. They smell like a man. They smell like
my
man. I'm fondling his jockstrap as I right this.
May 5
Frank's home is drab. Its wonderful. No woman has touched it. He never wears a ring, but you can never tell. Not until you get inside. He has no side chick. We're exclusive! He'll have to move in with me though.
May 30
It's time. Everything is ready. I've planned my route carefully. I have his schedule down. I'm ready. Tonight, Frank is mine.
The game was won. Garrisonville celebrated their Gophers. Frank didn't feel much like celebrating. He was disgusted to be honest. This was not what he wanted from his life. He wanted to play baseball. It was corny but he wanted to play it for the love of the game. Which he did, he loved the game. Baseball was pure Americana. A glorious piece of the past that still shinned in the present and would on to the future. That was how he felt before he started playing for this bottom of the pile minor league team. Before had to deal with coaches and owners. Men who wanted nothing more to win and make as much money as possible. Spending as little money as possible was also up there.
He hated what he saw. The team doctor was routinely pushed to ignore injuries. Performance enhancers were pushed onto players. Betting was being done under the table, sometimes against their own team. It was a mess. A mess he no longer wanted to be a part of. The problem was he was still under contract for another two years. So, he played his part. Like signing autographs out in the parking lot after the game. He wasn't even given time to change clothes.
The sun was setting. God, he needed to get home. At least there was only one person left. He perked up a little when he got a good look at her. She was fucking gorgeous. Tall for a woman, she nearly met his own six-foot frame. Her long brown hair was streaked with blond. Long thick legs led up to the plumpest ass he had ever seen. She wore a bright pink low cut dress secured to her shoulders by only a single thin blue strap on each side. It stopped long before it reached her knees. The top didn't begin till about halfway down her full, heavy, bouncy breasts.
"Oh Frank, is it really you?"
"Afraid so."
"Oh Frank, you are my favorite player!"
"Thank you, that's nice to hear."
She handed him her autograph book. As she did so she walked right up next to him. It was a little too close by most people's standards. He didn't mind. She was hot.
"What's your name?"
"Amber."
"What a beautiful name."
"Thank you, you are just my favorite player."
A sweet-smelling cloth was sealed over his nose and mouth.
Amber wrapped herself around her prey, laughing triumphantly. Frank struggled in her grip, but the sedative was doing its job.
"Just my... favorite... player."
The drug won out in the end, as she knew it would, and she let him gently lay on the ground. She smiled lovingly at the sleeping Frank as she cleaned up the area.
"My favorite player. You'll be all mine now."
She picked up his hat, which had fallen off in the struggle, and placed it backwards on her head.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together you and me. You don't what got you yet, but you will."
Once she was sure no evidence remained it was time to leave the scene of the crime. She lifted Frank up under his armpits and dragged him to her waiting car. Buckling him into the passenger's seat she gave him a quick little kiss.
"I love you, Frank."
Then she hopped in and drove. She drove. She drove. Once or twice, Frank woke up only to get another face full of cloth and go right back out. They were three counties over before she pulled into the driveway of her newly purchased home. It was Frank's new home too now. She dragged him from within the enclosed garage up to her bedroom on the second floor. She pulled off his cleats before setting him up on the bed.
"Frank, I'm just your biggest fan."
She took his hands and crossed them over themselves as she lifted them over his head. Grabbing the rope, she had prepared on the bedside table she secured his wrists together.
"You just don't know it yet. I'm going to give you the best treatment you've ever had."
Assured he could not slip his hands free she lashed the ropes to one of the metal posts on her headboard.
"You're mine, all mine."
