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asked.
"Eight-ball," Josh replied. "You have any preference as to how the balls are racked?"
"Is this to be a game, or did you just want to see me run four balls in a row?" Genie asked.
"Whatever you want."
"Okay then, just do a standard rack."
After Josh set up the balls , he removed the rack from around them and stepped back, then motioned for Genie to make the break. After a brief calculation, Genie positioned the white cue ball and quickly shot. An equal number of solid and striped balls scattered in all directions while sending two balls into pockets. After glancing into each pocket, she announced, "I'll take solids." Leaning over the table again, she positioned her cue stick, made a brief mental adjustment and shot, sending another solid ball into a pocket. Moving around the table, she made another quick decision and sent the cue ball bouncing off a striped ball, which sent a solid ball dropping into a corner pocket. "That's four balls," she announced, then stood and waited for Josh to comment.
He looked completely perplexed. And ticked. The macho male routed by a female.
"So, are you just going to stand there looking pissed, or do you want to know the secret ? This isn't magic. I can tell all. It's also something anyone can learn."
Josh eyed the balls with a look of curiosity and interest, like he wanted to know and understand but was too proud to ask. Then his gaze crisscrossed around the table, and he looked at her thoughtfully, and said, "How long did it take you to learn this?"
"Half my life," Genie replied. "It's something Dad taught my brother Dimitri and me years ago. Along with being a master illusionist, Dad's also a pool shark. To give you a little snapshot about my dad… Normal fathers take their kids biking, or swimming, or to a movie, but my dad took Dimitri and me to séances and back-room magic shows, and to a private club for magicians and illusionists where the lobby had no visible doors to the interior, and to gain access, you had to say a secret phrase to a sculpture of an owl. It wasn't your average childhood."
"And your mother went along with this?' Josh asked.
"Sure," Genie replied. "With us gone for the day she had the house to herself and didn't have to worry about something disappearing in front of her nose that she needed at the moment, or something she didn't want appearing out of the blue and falling into her lap. But on weekends when we weren't watching some of the best illusionists in the world, Dimitri and I were at a pool hall with Dad, learning about subconscious competence and applying it to playing pool. Dad's intention wasn't for us to learn to play pool though. He wanted us to understand the power of the subconscious mind so we could use it in our everyday lives."
Josh glanced over at the pool table and his brows gathered again, but not so much in curiosity as in skepticism, which he affirmed when he said, "I'm not buying any of this. Subconscious minds can't sink balls in pockets. You've got to be conscious and aware in order to set up a shot and pocket a ball."
"Did you see me setting up any shots?" Genie asked. She pulled a ball out of a side pocket and held it up. "I t took me approximately three seconds to pocket this ball."
Josh wrapped his hand around her wrist and removed the ball from her hand, then with his thumb, slowly ran it up her palm, to which she responded by straightening her hand and splaying her fingers. Eyeing her thumb closely, even running the pad of his thumb over hers, while sending a shiver coursing through her, he looked at her steadily, and said, "How did you do it?"
"Are you talking about pocketing balls?"
"No, I'm talking about the thumb trick."
"What's it worth to you to find out?" Genie asked, while allowing her hand to remain in his.
Josh held her gaze . "If a man asked a woman that question he'd be implying that she'd have to go to bed with him to get her answer. Somehow I don't think that's what you're asking."
"You looked pretty
"Eight-ball," Josh replied. "You have any preference as to how the balls are racked?"
"Is this to be a game, or did you just want to see me run four balls in a row?" Genie asked.
"Whatever you want."
"Okay then, just do a standard rack."
After Josh set up the balls , he removed the rack from around them and stepped back, then motioned for Genie to make the break. After a brief calculation, Genie positioned the white cue ball and quickly shot. An equal number of solid and striped balls scattered in all directions while sending two balls into pockets. After glancing into each pocket, she announced, "I'll take solids." Leaning over the table again, she positioned her cue stick, made a brief mental adjustment and shot, sending another solid ball into a pocket. Moving around the table, she made another quick decision and sent the cue ball bouncing off a striped ball, which sent a solid ball dropping into a corner pocket. "That's four balls," she announced, then stood and waited for Josh to comment.
He looked completely perplexed. And ticked. The macho male routed by a female.
"So, are you just going to stand there looking pissed, or do you want to know the secret ? This isn't magic. I can tell all. It's also something anyone can learn."
Josh eyed the balls with a look of curiosity and interest, like he wanted to know and understand but was too proud to ask. Then his gaze crisscrossed around the table, and he looked at her thoughtfully, and said, "How long did it take you to learn this?"
"Half my life," Genie replied. "It's something Dad taught my brother Dimitri and me years ago. Along with being a master illusionist, Dad's also a pool shark. To give you a little snapshot about my dad… Normal fathers take their kids biking, or swimming, or to a movie, but my dad took Dimitri and me to séances and back-room magic shows, and to a private club for magicians and illusionists where the lobby had no visible doors to the interior, and to gain access, you had to say a secret phrase to a sculpture of an owl. It wasn't your average childhood."
"And your mother went along with this?' Josh asked.
"Sure," Genie replied. "With us gone for the day she had the house to herself and didn't have to worry about something disappearing in front of her nose that she needed at the moment, or something she didn't want appearing out of the blue and falling into her lap. But on weekends when we weren't watching some of the best illusionists in the world, Dimitri and I were at a pool hall with Dad, learning about subconscious competence and applying it to playing pool. Dad's intention wasn't for us to learn to play pool though. He wanted us to understand the power of the subconscious mind so we could use it in our everyday lives."
Josh glanced over at the pool table and his brows gathered again, but not so much in curiosity as in skepticism, which he affirmed when he said, "I'm not buying any of this. Subconscious minds can't sink balls in pockets. You've got to be conscious and aware in order to set up a shot and pocket a ball."
"Did you see me setting up any shots?" Genie asked. She pulled a ball out of a side pocket and held it up. "I t took me approximately three seconds to pocket this ball."
Josh wrapped his hand around her wrist and removed the ball from her hand, then with his thumb, slowly ran it up her palm, to which she responded by straightening her hand and splaying her fingers. Eyeing her thumb closely, even running the pad of his thumb over hers, while sending a shiver coursing through her, he looked at her steadily, and said, "How did you do it?"
"Are you talking about pocketing balls?"
"No, I'm talking about the thumb trick."
"What's it worth to you to find out?" Genie asked, while allowing her hand to remain in his.
Josh held her gaze . "If a man asked a woman that question he'd be implying that she'd have to go to bed with him to get her answer. Somehow I don't think that's what you're asking."
"You looked pretty
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