Hero of the Day

Jamaal was walking down a backstreet on his way to the facility. He liked living in a highrise for the short walk to practice. His ambition burned brightly, and even on this day off, he was going in to work with one of the coaches on his post game.

He saw a beautiful Japanese woman drop her phone on the road. She bent down to pick it up, her thong riding up. Damn, the Asian girl had a great ass, Jamaal thought to himself. At that moment, a car was driving down the backstreet, trying to get a shortcut to the main street. The driver was distracted, looking down at his phone, and didn't see the distracted Japanese woman fumbling in picking up her cell phone.

Jamaal leaped into action, jumping into the street, pulling the girl off towards the wall. The car hit him instead. Jamaal kept his body loose, going with the momentum of the vehicle as the startled driver hit the breaks.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" the woman squeaked, terrified. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," Jamaal said, a little gingerly. "I've been through far, far worse."

"Oh geez! You're Jamaal King!" she said in a high pitched tone, even more terrified.

"I am," Jamaal said smoothly. "And you are ...?"

"Rin Tanaka ... I'm one of the girls." Ah. Their version of cheerleaders, the dancers that came out and shook some ass during timeouts. "You're my hero!" she chirped, hugging Jamaal tightly. Damn, but she did feel good.