"You're very welcome," He smiled. "And thank you."
She blushed again. Climbing out of SVU, Tiffany retrieved her bag from the front seat. O.J. handed her back her pen, she smiled weakly and left. He watched her hobble off, her ass sore as Hell, but she'd loved every second of it.
Once the woman was out of sight around the side of the court house, O.J. started her up, back up and drove off. He headed him, in a better mood than he had been earlier.
Entering his luxurious home, O.J. headed for the kitchen for a bite to eat. Then he decided to work out as he listened to Internet radio. Time flew by. The doorbell rang and he realized it was late afternoon. He went to answer the door.
Standing there, he found a Girl Scout, in full dress uniform. Early teens, cute as fuck. Dirty blonde hair in pigtails, bright, blue eyes, about 5'1".
"Good afternoon, Sir, my name is Myrna, and I represent the local chapter of The Girl Scouts Of America. We're trying to raise funds for -"
Suddenly she stooped speaking. O.J. waited patiently.
"Raising funds for what?" He finally asked kindly, smiling. The girl blushed.
"For - for - " Myrna finally gave up what she was trying to say. "I'm sorry, Sir, but aren't you O.J. Simpson?!?"
"In the flesh," He said, never tiring of saying that to a shocked fan, because only fans behaved like that. "Nice to meet you."