Ragingbull
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The Carolina Blues
When I answered the door I found myself staring at a young girl who didn’t look like she could have been more than 20. My eyes immediately locked on to a pair of exceptional breasts bulging out from the light blue shirt she was wearing. UNC was written in big bold letters across the front. She was a Tar Hell, or at least a Tar Heel fan. I was a Blue Devil from Duke. The two just did not mix in the state of North Carolina. I was about to make a snide comment on her choice of costume and lack of judgment, but when I looked up at her pretty face I could see she was already nervous so I let it go. She averted my eyes and delivered a well rehearsed spiel about selling magazines to help fund a scholarship. At 6’2” and 230 pounds I can be intimidating when I want to be. When she was finished I let her stew in the lingering silence while I stared down at her with a touch of anger in my eyes. I could see her fidgeting as she waited for a response. I finally made a decision. I softened my face and invited her into the house to go over the offerings in more detail. Now I’m not normally someone who takes advantage of a young girl trying to make a few bucks but in this case I just couldn’t help myself. There isn’t much that would be more satisfying to a Blue Devil fan than having his way with a Tar Heel girl.
When I answered the door I found myself staring at a young girl who didn’t look like she could have been more than 20. My eyes immediately locked on to a pair of exceptional breasts bulging out from the light blue shirt she was wearing. UNC was written in big bold letters across the front. She was a Tar Hell, or at least a Tar Heel fan. I was a Blue Devil from Duke. The two just did not mix in the state of North Carolina. I was about to make a snide comment on her choice of costume and lack of judgment, but when I looked up at her pretty face I could see she was already nervous so I let it go. She averted my eyes and delivered a well rehearsed spiel about selling magazines to help fund a scholarship. At 6’2” and 230 pounds I can be intimidating when I want to be. When she was finished I let her stew in the lingering silence while I stared down at her with a touch of anger in my eyes. I could see her fidgeting as she waited for a response. I finally made a decision. I softened my face and invited her into the house to go over the offerings in more detail. Now I’m not normally someone who takes advantage of a young girl trying to make a few bucks but in this case I just couldn’t help myself. There isn’t much that would be more satisfying to a Blue Devil fan than having his way with a Tar Heel girl.
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