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Hope you have a good one..wrote you a little something before I take off on vacation...Enjoy!
He watched as tall blonde lined up her next shot, with a quick movement of her wrist she sent the stick sliding across her fingers and the solid-colored ball fell with a thunk into the pocket after just the barest of glances from the cue ball.
Cursing silently he watched as she moved to take her next shot, the tight racing leathers molding to her body as she bent over the table again huffing a strand of hair out of her eyes and sank another ball.
"Dammit," muttered the man, she only had three balls left on the table compared to his seven.
"Problem?" she asked him with a cocky grin as she lined up her next shot.
"Are you going to let me shoot again?" he asked his voice almost a growl.
"I might...you never can tell," she replied, flashing him a smile.
He watched as she proceeded to sink her remaining balls and then lined up the eight, "There is no way you can make that shot," he remarked as she bent over the table.
Looking over her shoulder at him she just winked and turned back to take the shot; the cue ball traveled across the table, striking the far corner and zigging across the table to bank off the side then on to glance the eight sending it on a direct course for the side pocket.
She watched the ball sink into the pocket and turned to him with another wide smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement, "It's all about physics...want to double that bet?"
With a chuckle he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, "Hell yeah...I'm gonna beat you yet," he replied and tossed the money to her.
"Rack em up then," she said and with a twirl of her cue, strolled towards the bar to put her winnings to good use.
He watched her walk away with a strut in her steps and shook his head, "I may be loosing but hell...I'm having a fun time while I do it," he chuckled, watching her strut around in those leathers was worth a few lost pool games.
An: See I told you they played pool in my head after the bike race...*grin*...Happy Birthday!
He watched as tall blonde lined up her next shot, with a quick movement of her wrist she sent the stick sliding across her fingers and the solid-colored ball fell with a thunk into the pocket after just the barest of glances from the cue ball.
Cursing silently he watched as she moved to take her next shot, the tight racing leathers molding to her body as she bent over the table again huffing a strand of hair out of her eyes and sank another ball.
"Dammit," muttered the man, she only had three balls left on the table compared to his seven.
"Problem?" she asked him with a cocky grin as she lined up her next shot.
"Are you going to let me shoot again?" he asked his voice almost a growl.
"I might...you never can tell," she replied, flashing him a smile.
He watched as she proceeded to sink her remaining balls and then lined up the eight, "There is no way you can make that shot," he remarked as she bent over the table.
Looking over her shoulder at him she just winked and turned back to take the shot; the cue ball traveled across the table, striking the far corner and zigging across the table to bank off the side then on to glance the eight sending it on a direct course for the side pocket.
She watched the ball sink into the pocket and turned to him with another wide smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement, "It's all about physics...want to double that bet?"
With a chuckle he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, "Hell yeah...I'm gonna beat you yet," he replied and tossed the money to her.
"Rack em up then," she said and with a twirl of her cue, strolled towards the bar to put her winnings to good use.
He watched her walk away with a strut in her steps and shook his head, "I may be loosing but hell...I'm having a fun time while I do it," he chuckled, watching her strut around in those leathers was worth a few lost pool games.
An: See I told you they played pool in my head after the bike race...*grin*...Happy Birthday!
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