The old man sat on the park bench enjoying the warm spring air. He watched a young teenage boy dribbling a basket ball down the sidewalk toward him. His icy blue eyes, still watchful and alert even in old age. The boy was concentrating on the dribble, trying to bounce it between his legs but kept hitting himself in the bottom. The old man smiled.

Now working the ball behind his back, the boy was able to get it to bounce forward through his feet. He smiled and looked around to see if anyone witnessed his great feat. Only the old man was there smiling.

"Very nicely done." The old man nodded. "It appears that all your hard work has paid off."

The young boy beamed with pride, "Thanks mister." He paused in his dribbling to retrieve the old man's cane as it had fallen in the grass, and placed it back into its leaning position against the bench. "This fell..."

The old man laughed and nodded his thanks, "I'd have been looking for that before long... thank you." The two of them studied each other, the old man stroked his long white beard. "Do you go to school around here?"

"Yeah, I'm in the 9th grade." He again tried to bounce the ball through his legs, but instead bounced it into his crotch causing the old man to laugh.

"Careful now, you may need those someday." The twinkle in his old eyes caused the boy to smile. "Do you play ball at your school?"

He looked sadly to the ball as he held it, "No. I'd like to play, but they're too many guys trying out at my school. I don't have a chance." He picked up the ball and tried to spin it on a finger.

"Here, let me show you how to do that." The old man smiled and asked for the boy to toss him the ball. With amazement, the boy watched as the old man began to spin it on his index finger. The whole time it spun the old man continued to talk. "How do you know that you don't have a chance unless you try out?"

"There's about 60 guys trying out for 12 spots on our team...I'd have a better chance making the girls team." The old man widened his eyes in surprise.

"Why would you say that?" The ball still spinning on his finger.

The boy was completely flabbergasted, watching the ball continue to spin on the long finger of the old man. "Uh... the girls team sucks. They only have two really good players... the rest just bite."

"You're speaking rhetorically then?" His smile cause the young boy to also smile.

"Well... you know what I mean. They're not very good." He crouched lower to see how the man had the ball balanced upon his finger. "That is so cool... how did you learn to do that?"

The old man laughed and slowly stood up. "Hold your finger out like this." He bent the young boy's finger up and slowly moved the ball from his own finger to the child's. "There. Now you're doing it!"

"This is so cool... thanks Mister!" He watched with surprise as the ball made rapid revolutions on his finger. The old man stood there in the long black spring jacket that covered his suit, tipped his hat at the boy and began to walk away.

"Hey Mister! You forgot your cane!" The boy slowly bent down and picked it up, still spinning the ball on his finger. Carefully walked it to the old man and handed it to him, he really had no idea who the man was.

The gentleman tipped his had and smiled, "Thank you Justin, I hope you get everything you wish for... you're a good kid." He slowly turned and began to walk down the sidewalk with the boy watching him.

"Weird, how the heck did he know my name?" He looked down to see if he was wearing anything that had his name on it. When he looked back up he realized that the old man was gone, "Creepy..." He said to himself.

Justin tried to dribble the ball between his legs, from behind and hit the back of his calf, causing the ball to roll away. "Sure wish I could dribble better." No sooner had the words escaped his mouth he seemed to get the ball to shoot quickly through his legs, better than it ever had before.

Right away, off the dribble Justin took a shot. It careened hopelessly off the rim and rolled into the grass beside the court. "Well, that sucked." Walking back out to retrieve his basketball he paused to watch two girls playing tennis. Then slowly turned back to the game he had been trying to perfect.

Smiling to himself he began to play another little game, one that he had always done in secret. He looked around, over his shoulder. Nobody was near enough to hear him. "If I make this basket... I'll have long hair like Tiffany Johnson... but pulled into a style that would still let me play ball." The ball bounced through his legs and banged into the rim, rolled around and slowly fell through the net. "Yes!" He shouted.

He bounced the ball toward the foul line, "If I make this one... then my eyes will look like Melody Parker's" He dribbled twice, "She has got to have the longest, sexy dark eyelashes I think I've ever seen." He took the shot only to fall short by about a foot, it hit the upright pole and rolled back to his feet.

"Okay then, if I hit this one now, I'll have what I said earlier... and Danielle Thompson's shiny full lips!" He aimed better and banked it off of the backboard and into the net. "Woo-hoo!"

Again he trotted around the court, dribbling the ball between his legs and trying to perfect his shot. "Ok..." He whispered. "There's only 5 second's on the shot clock, Justin's got the ball..." He moved toward the top of the foul line, his back facing the rim. "Make this one and I'll only answer to Justine!" A quick turn and fire, the shot was buried into the center, with a whoosh of the net against the leather ball.

"Man I'm good!" He laughed and gathered up the ball, returning to dribbling. Now heading into the corner he moved, trying a side shot. He watched the girls still playing tennis, "If I hit this one... then I'll have the shapely bottom of that girl on the right." A quick move and bang, the ball floated into the net, not even touching the rim. "Wow!"

He trotted across the court to catch up to the quickly rolling sphere, the girls, he noticed were leaving the tennis courts and heading past. He slowly drew in a breath as one girl had the most spectacular looking legs he had ever seen. He backed onto the cement court and began to dribble, "I make this puppy, and my legs will look exactly like hers!" A quick side to side move and a jump, from behind the three point arc the shot was fired. It floated high above the rim and down hitting the front. Springing into the air above the backboard it continued to bounce. "Go in and I'll have breasts like Rachael Richards!" Another bounce at the back took it even with the top of the backboard. "Come on... fall in!"

Slowly the bounces shortened in height, "Fall in and I'll have the sexy voice, hands and arms of Shantel Anderson!" It began to roll around the top of the rim. "And the hot gait of those tennis chicks!" He began to walk up toward the rim and waited for it to fall one way or the other. "I'd be dressed in real girly sports clothes... acting just like a girl. Heck, I'd even let John Mills touch me wherever he wanted to... if it fell through."

Slowly it rolled and rolled until it finally touched the backboard... falling through the hoop and into his waiting hands. "Yes!" He chirped. "I'm going to be the most prolific scorer that this area has ever seen... maybe the world!"

"Hey...um... Justine. Do you feel like shooting a round with me?" Looking up the eyes met, John Mills, who had just walked up behind. Justine just stood there while the lanky eighth grader walked over. "Can I... uh hang around with you? I'd...uh, be happy to teach you something."

Justine smiled, "I'll always be happy with you teaching me... anything." He laughed as soon as Justine spoke.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked reaching behind Justine's hair.

"About what?" The words wrought in confusion. John pulled a strange clip from the back of Justine's hair, causing the long golden tresses to fall around her shapely waist.

Slowly the young man pulled her in, their lips met. "I have never met a girl as well put together as you are Justine." The girl in his arms smiled coyly, blushing as he continued. "I'd be proud if you'd go out with me..."

The lithe girl wrapped her arms around him and pressed her young breasts into his chest, smothering the boy with a hot kiss.

"There's only one thing you have to do for me..." He looked down and blushed at her advances.

"What's that love?" She stared out from under her long sexy eyelashes.

"You have to try out for the girl's team this year... they really need you!" He again kissed her soft, eager lips. "Promise me that you'll try out?"

She gave him as seductive a look as any 9th grader could muster, "How could I ever say no to you Johnny." She laid her hand on his bare chest, fingering a nipple.

"Come on, lets get out of here before we do something we're both going to regret!" John sighed as he put his hand around the pretty girl's waist.

As they walked away from the court, Justine's head upon her boyfriends shoulder they passed an old man sitting on a park bench with a younger woman.

The old man watched the two kids pass, "Make sure you put in an order for Justine Wilson's 2022 rookie card for the WNBA... it's going to be worth thousands!"

The shapely blonde sitting next to him began to jot his request down in her notebook, "Why is that?"

"She's going to make a name for herself... Justine Wilson, The Most Prolific Scorer The World Has Ever Known." His eyes lit as he imagined the marquee and its twinkling lights.

"On the court or off?" The blonde smiled, closing the book as John pushed his hand deep into Justine's back pocket.

"Why my dear, when have I ever done anything half way?" He turned his head and watched the two from behind. "She's going to be scoring for years to come!"

The blonde laughed, "Again I ask, Scoring with points... or boys?"

The old man just winked and patted her shapely leg, "Only time will tell!" Slowly they faded from view.