Globetrotter Monika

>Thinking playing some ball with Monika would be a fun idea!
>Thinking!
>Monika whooping you up and down the court!
>Her double pump fake into a right-side lay up dizzies you, and you tumble onto the ground!
>Not even helping you up, she hurls the ball at your husk and claps her hands at the free throw line!
>"Check, bitch."
>Suggesting you two play HORSE through your massive intakes of breath!
>It's a given she would out perform you with her impressive physique, but if you take that away, she won't be a match for your patented space hook!
>She's game!
>You smirk and position yourself on one end of the two pointer line
"Alright, Moni, see if you can do my patented space hook!!!"
>You launch the ball over your head, it soars through the air, and lands..
>...right over the net!
>"That's a space hook all right."
>Monika laughs, a fist trying to hide it away, "If I were you, I wouldn't renew it."
>She wipes a tear from her eye as she notices your aggravated gaze on her.
>"What?" She crosses her arms. "I'm not getting it."
>You grumble as you jog over to retrieve the ball sitting by the wired fence
>Bounce passing it to her, she receives it with a warm smile, and suggests we should start more simply
>Her feet planted on the free throw line, she says "Kobe!" and she jumps into the air, firing the ball and it cleanly flies through the hoop, without a trace of rim detected
>"Woooo!" Her hands fly up into the air in celebration
>You pick up the ball and try to feel the balance in your body, reminding yourself not to fuck up
>You jump and shoot, feeling like you put the right amount of force in
>It's getting in, for sure!
>Swish!
>The ball grazes the outside of the net and slams once again into the fence!
>"Oh, too bad." Monika says. She pats your cheek twice. "Guess you earned yourself a little H there, huh?"
>It wouldn't be the last letter you would get.
>"Eyes closed!"
>O.
>"Half court!"
>R.
>"Granny shot! Come on Anon, you can handle that!"
>S.
>"Oh, Anon...alright, one last shot of redemption."
>She heads to an end of one of the two pointer lines, and yells "Patented space hook!"
>The ball skips along the rim before diving into the net.
>Monika passes you the ball, giving you some good luck.
>"You'll need it." she taunts. You line yourself up, and take the shot.
>Monika shakes her head, kissing her teeth
>Shes gives you a pat on the shoulder, and you suddenly feel several feet smaller
>"I hope you learned something today Anon,"
>"If you can't slam with the best, then jam with the rest."