Hey, Batter Batter

Aaron ate his hot dog, watching the local university softball team in action. His roommate yawned beside him, clearly bored. But Aaron was focused on the catcher for the home team, a thick Black girl with thighs and an ass to die for.

"C'mon, 42!" he cheered. "C'mon, Tasha!" She looked back, wielding the bat, making eye contact with the scrawny white boy. She she shrugged, peering at the pitcher, intently focused. And then she hit a home run, a walk-off homer. As she crossed home plate, she glanced curiously at the white boy that was apparently her biggest fan.