“Rosie!” Vin shouted out. “Rosie!” Looking around the massive outdoor stadium it was plain to see that the place was completely deserted with not a single soul in sight. Only a few birds sang in the sky as they flew past the setting sun. She had to be here, had to have seen him coming or the hot dog wouldn’t still be steaming. Judging by the note, she wanted him to wait the rest of the fifteen minutes until whatever was going to happen, no sense in letting that steaming hot dog get cold or that frosty beer get warm. So he didn’t. He ate the hot dog and drank the beer keeping a close on his watch and when the little hand was on the eight and both the big hand and second hands were on the twelve, he picked up the remote. “I hope you’re ready, Rosie! Here we go!” He shouted out to no one.

With great anticipation, Vin picked up the remote and pushed the button marked ‘1’. The speakers above him came up and a marching band began to play. It took him a few seconds but he laughed when he recognized the tune that he hadn’t heard in almost thirty years. It was ‘The Victors’ the fight song for the University of Michigan. “Oh, Rosie, what are you up to, my dear?” Even though there was no mirror to show him his reflection, Vin still felt his eyes grow wide as the smile on his face as he pushed the button marked ‘2’. The faint noises of a crowd in the bleachers joined the music he looked around at the empty field for the last time. The third button turned on the lights directly in front of him and they shone down onto the fifty-yard line and Julie who was standing there in a University of Michigan Cheerleader uniform. The summer uniform, sleeveless white cheerleader dress with big blue ‘M’ on her chest outline in gold. Her long shapely legs were hidden by anything as bothersome as jeans, skirts or stockings. They were bare from ankle to near hip where the blue and gold skirt just barely hung below her round butt cheeks. On her little feet were white sneakers complete with white ankle socks. Julie had her hair pulled up in two pig tails tied with blue and gold ribbons. In her hands, she held two pom-poms. His high school ring hanging around her neck was the perfect accent piece to the outfit.

“Oh, this is gonna be good.” Vin sat back at first to enjoy the show as she grinned at him but soon found himself sitting as forward as possible for the best view.

Under the bright lights, she stood on one foot, raised her hand in a salute to him then winked before she started shaking all four of those pom-poms; the two in her hands and the two bouncing up and down on her chest unhindered by a bra. With all of the spirit, energy and enthusiasm of a woman half her age, Julie put her plan into action. “Ready?!” Julie shouted and Doc nodded. “Begin! Clap your hands,” Doc clapped twice, “Stomp your feet,” he stomped, “listen to the sound of the Wolverine beat, it goes na na na na ,” she stopped shaking the pom-poms, cocked her head to the side, and appeared to watch as something fast went by and she hitched out her thumb as she cocked out that lovely hip. “na na na na,” she watched as it went by in the other direction before coming back to center and tossing her leg so high into the air it went over her head as she stood on one foot, “That’s right! We're the team that’s really bad we're the team you wish you had we're the team that’s out of sight, Wolverines are dynamite!” She leapt up and did a split in midair.

That should have been the end of the cheer and he was about to clap as he thought that not many 18 year-old girls could have done it better. He also thought that he hadn’t been taking near enough advantage of that limber little body in bed. Sitting here watching her do high kicks, jump high into the air and spin around, that little skirt raising up in the breeze to show him, not a pair of blue cheerleader tights but a blue thong…oh, if cheerleaders wore those he would have gone to so many more football games! Yeah, for 38, she was pretty fuckin’ great. He was damn hard and he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

Overhead the music cut out and the sound of the crowd died away. There was just Julie and the stadium lights shining on her. “Gimme a ‘D’!”

Stephenson cupped his hands over his mouth. “D!” Each time he shouted out a letter, she bent that firm body into position so that it formed the letter.

Julie giggled a little. “Gimme an ‘O’!”

“O!”

“Gimme 'C’!”

“C!”

“Doc, Doc, he’s my man, if he can’t do it” she stopped, tilted her head back and let out a sultry moan ”…aahhh…nobody can!” Julie leapt up into the air one more, did a split in a mid-air, then landed gracefully on her feet to shake the pom-poms vigorously in the air in front of her. “Go DOC!”