Date: May 16th, 2018 9:58 AM
It was the strike-shortened season in the late 90s, and Ewing was Potus of the players union. He was also going through a divorce after one of the new york tabloids caught him with a knicks city dancer.
Anyway, I was young and lived on Saint Marks and met an older (to me) lawyer woman who lived in the same building. She was pretty tall, maybe 6'1". We began fucking about once a week.
Around that time she was in a night club in MFH and some dude came to her and said, "Someone in the VIP saw you and wants you." It was Patrick.
They started banging about once a week, too. She re-decorated her entire apartment with Ewing posters and stuff. I only saw him once. A town car was idling outside our building, driver just chilling, and as I came inside I saw the back of a black leather jacket that seemed about five feet wide.
"Hey, meet Patrick!" the woman smiled at me. He turned, grunted, and proceeded up the walk-up to her fourth floor apt. About five minutes later, he pounded down and into his waiting car.
I was too young to think to ask her about his cock. I was just happy to be getting laid myself.