Running into Georgia

"So, what's the deal with your school scouting? Any leads?"

You shuffled the basket in your hand as you walked down the grocery aisle and dug through the list before finding what type of noodles Monica had sent you to get. "So far, heard from 4 schools. The portal's a mess right now, don't really know when they want to move forward or just feeling the waters."

On the other end, Keisha, her head deep in scouting sites, nodded and sighed. "There's some word on you in the portal but your season last year was pretty decent, not stellar. Maybe we're not getting the word out enough to generate interest in you." She rubbed her temples and sighed again. "Got any ideas?"

You paused for a moment and then laughed. "My niece, Rebecca...she's a sophomore at Alabama, doing sports journalism. Maybe I should hit her up and see if she can help?"

Keisha laughed on the other end. "I'm sure you just want her mind and not her F-cup boobs, right?" Your silence just made her laugh a bit more. "Down boy, before you're going to black our entire family. Anyone on our side you willing to dick down?"

You laughed a bit, knowing that Fiona used to talk pretty much like a drunken sailor on shore leave when it was just the two of you, something none of the other members of the family could hope to explain. For your part, you didn't bother either, it just was part of the dynamic between you two. It just was.

"I dunno, who do you think would want me like this?"

"You'd be surprised. I somehow made friends with Maddie..."

Your cousin Daniel's older daughter, now 21 years old, definitely did not disappoint in most respects.

You laughed again and after telling Keisha you would talk to her later, hung up the phone and after fishing out the last pasta bag, turned down the aisle and spotted Georgia walking up towards you, though she was busy messing with her cart and hadn't spotted you. It was strange, knowing that your former Army Drill Instructor father was now in her small busty frame and had been for the past 4 years, though your eyes definitely appreciated what you were looking at. She was wearing tight jeans, a sweater that hid mothing, and 2 inch heels, rather sensible for a 20 year-old black woman. Long hair, a definite turn on for you, and make up that wasn't caked on (yet another turn on).

Down boy, down...

"Hey Georgia, how you doing?" you called out and internally laughed as her head shot up at the sound of your voice and eyes grew a bit wider as you approached. "Fancy seeing you here."