After Wayne had given up, we had technically won the game; as the benched players played the rest of the game, we just hung out and talked. Paige was disgusted by the actions of their center when he was on top of Sheila, groping her; I quickly told her that it was probably an accident, that the center himself felt kind of bad for what he did. It seemed like he had never touched a woman before because he was blushing and very apologetic after he had groped her by mistake.

If I were in his position, I would want to know what was so soft and bouncy under me too. This caused Paige to laugh a bit and went on to proclaim all men are perverts, but I couldn't just let that pa.s.s, refuting, "Well, not all men, but I sure am one; as a pervert, I can tell that the Australian team's Center is not a pervert; he wouldn't throw the game just to get a feel of some soft melons, now would he?"

After discussing it a little bit, Wayne showed up in front of me as he shook my hand and told me he wanted to be friends; I nodded and said, "sure, that's fine." We exchanged numbers with the promise to talk once in a while. I stopped him before he could leave and asked him why he was hurting his teammates; he flinched when he heard what I said, he realized that he had given away one of his secrets.

I told him I noticed that the players' hands have blisters and were red hot from his pa.s.ses and that he should tone it down a little bit. He replied by telling me that this was their idea; his teammates told him not to hold back when pa.s.sing the ball because once Wayne pa.s.sed it, no one could intercept it, making every pa.s.s go through any defender and reaching his teammates. I told him that if he continues to give them pa.s.ses like that without any proper protection; they won't be able to play again, due to the heat with every practice and every game it gets worse and worse for them. I'm sure after every game they have to ice it down, sooner or later it will affect their bones too. Wayne thanked me for the wisdom I imparted to him as he told me that he would think about ways to equip his teammates properly; some gloves would be helpful, but it felt like gloves would hinder their shooting ability, but it was better than them becoming numb in the hands at the end of every game. We went our separate ways after that as Coach Andre took us out to celebrate the win once again. It felt good to be back in j.a.pan as we enjoyed the food. There was so much to do around town, and due to my popularity, I had become quite a sensation around the j.a.panese base as fans started donating and sending gifts. I was grateful, but this was not my home, I had to go sooner or later; if I'm able to form some relationships here and build something, it would be profitable not only for my family but also my home city as well. So I met up with a few business owners; they wanted me to do some advertising for them; as long as I was able to put their logos on my jersey, then they would send me a check until I enter the NBA where they will have no power over that. I agreed as I took in some of the sponsorship with a few companies; collecting the checks now, I was able to move out of that small dorm room and get a much bigger place. I was able to get a more secure phone as I reached out to my family members and friends. I was glad everybody was doing good, but when I got in contact with Rasta, he told me that the Nigerian team has been trying to reach out to me for a long time, telling me that it was time to uphold the promise I gave to them. I don't remember promising them anything but, either way, I was going to help them out just this once since I'll get to play in the Olympics. I had plans to form my team for the next Olympic. I decided I'll contact the coach of the Nigerian team a little later as I didn't feel like dealing with him at the moment; that coach was quite an aggressive guy, and if he knows my number right away, he'll start to hara.s.s me all the time. Our next game was going to be in London, and I was quite excited about it. I called Rasta right away to see if the family could make it to London for the game, but he told me everyone is too busy right now. Isabella started a new training camp with LeBron's son, Bronny, who's half her age, becoming close after Isabella hung out with him.

Bronny also loved basketball, his dad being the primary influence on his love for it. So Bronny invited her to train with him at his dad's summer training camp for the youth. I felt a little sad I couldn't see my family members, but one person did say she could make it to the game, and that was Riri. I was excited that she was coming, but then I remembered Paige was around; she might freak out, seeing one of her favorite artists in person. I started drooling at the thought of having them both in bed as I told Riri over the phone where and when to meet when the time was right. I hope everything will go well with my two girls meeting for the first time. I then went to play NBA 2k7 while relaxing. Using LeBron's team, I was dominating my opponents even though it was just a computer.