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balls moved, but they didn't go far. I took my time, running out the balls, never giving her another shot. "I guess I get to ask the first question."
She seemed defeated, but this was her idea.
Vessa held her hands up. "Okay, be gentle."
"What are you running from?"
Her face got red and I could tell she was affected by my question. "I'm not running. I needed a new start after a bad relationship." She bent down and racked the balls again.
"We don't have to play this game if you don't want to."
Without a second thought, she stood up. "No, I'm getting the hang of it."
I shook my head as I broke up the rack. They scattered all over the table before two went into pockets. She leaned against the wall, watching me run out four more balls. I missed the fifth shot by nearly a quarter inch. Vessa walked toward the table and bent down to take her shot. She made a ball and jumped up and down. I couldn't help but notice her supple tits bouncing up and down. I was a man; a man who hadn't been with a woman in a very long time. With her next shot lined up, she leaned down and shot, but missed.
I looked over to see her pouting as I ran out the last few balls. Unlike the first game, I didn't wait for her to even start racking before asking the next question. "What's it like being a lesbian? Is it hard raising kids?"
She immediately broke out into laughter. "I wouldn't know. You'll have to ask a lesbian. Way to waste a question, though."
I knew it. I knew she was telling those guys a lie. "I just assumed...I mean, you did tell those men."
"Yeah, I did. I wouldn't give them the time of day. As far as I'm concerned all men are scum of the earth. No offense or anything. I just have a certain opinion about the male race."
"No offense taken. You can only judge what you know."
"Yeah, well my husband did a number on me. I've sworn off men, but not switched teams, at least not yet."
Just as I bent down to take another shot, three people walked into the bar. Vessa hung up her stick and headed to tend to them. I waited a little while, thinking the crowd would eat and leave, but more people came in. After having another few drinks and eating a sandwich, that I didn't even have to order, I called it a night. I tried to at least say goodbye to Vessa, but she was too busy to notice.
While driving home, I realized that it was the first time I'd almost opened up. I wasn't real sure how I felt about that. Sure, I knew the girl had no chance of beating me, so I wasn't that worried about it. Still, for some reason, it seemed like I might want to talk to her again. It made sense since I saw her at least two to three times a week.
I finished off the rest of my bottle of Jack at home. The more I drank, the more I pictured Vessa bending over taking shots. It was wrong, but it had been so long and I had needs, even if I lived a solitary life. I didn't know how monks did it, honestly.
The next morning I regretted opening up to Vessa. She was going to expect things to progress until she got her turn to ask questions. I needed to find another place to eat, or figure out how to work my stove and cook for myself. Ramen noodles weren't going to suffice seven nights a week. Knowing Sue, if she got wind of me not coming in, she'd probably hunt my ass down. It was time for me decide one way or another how I wanted to live the rest of my life. Did I really want to be alone with no friends?
Just as I was considering opening up and being more sociable, everything came crashing down on me when I got to police station. I'd no sooner got into my office, when my deputy came in and tossed the local paper on my desk. The front page made me feel ill.
TOWN SHERIFF LOST FAMILY IN CAR CRASH
"Sir, did you know they was goin' to print this?"
I was so enraged that someone had dug into my private life and announced it to the whole town. I grabbed my jacket and started walking back out. "If you need me, you can reach me on my cell."
I headed straight to the little
She seemed defeated, but this was her idea.
Vessa held her hands up. "Okay, be gentle."
"What are you running from?"
Her face got red and I could tell she was affected by my question. "I'm not running. I needed a new start after a bad relationship." She bent down and racked the balls again.
"We don't have to play this game if you don't want to."
Without a second thought, she stood up. "No, I'm getting the hang of it."
I shook my head as I broke up the rack. They scattered all over the table before two went into pockets. She leaned against the wall, watching me run out four more balls. I missed the fifth shot by nearly a quarter inch. Vessa walked toward the table and bent down to take her shot. She made a ball and jumped up and down. I couldn't help but notice her supple tits bouncing up and down. I was a man; a man who hadn't been with a woman in a very long time. With her next shot lined up, she leaned down and shot, but missed.
I looked over to see her pouting as I ran out the last few balls. Unlike the first game, I didn't wait for her to even start racking before asking the next question. "What's it like being a lesbian? Is it hard raising kids?"
She immediately broke out into laughter. "I wouldn't know. You'll have to ask a lesbian. Way to waste a question, though."
I knew it. I knew she was telling those guys a lie. "I just assumed...I mean, you did tell those men."
"Yeah, I did. I wouldn't give them the time of day. As far as I'm concerned all men are scum of the earth. No offense or anything. I just have a certain opinion about the male race."
"No offense taken. You can only judge what you know."
"Yeah, well my husband did a number on me. I've sworn off men, but not switched teams, at least not yet."
Just as I bent down to take another shot, three people walked into the bar. Vessa hung up her stick and headed to tend to them. I waited a little while, thinking the crowd would eat and leave, but more people came in. After having another few drinks and eating a sandwich, that I didn't even have to order, I called it a night. I tried to at least say goodbye to Vessa, but she was too busy to notice.
While driving home, I realized that it was the first time I'd almost opened up. I wasn't real sure how I felt about that. Sure, I knew the girl had no chance of beating me, so I wasn't that worried about it. Still, for some reason, it seemed like I might want to talk to her again. It made sense since I saw her at least two to three times a week.
I finished off the rest of my bottle of Jack at home. The more I drank, the more I pictured Vessa bending over taking shots. It was wrong, but it had been so long and I had needs, even if I lived a solitary life. I didn't know how monks did it, honestly.
The next morning I regretted opening up to Vessa. She was going to expect things to progress until she got her turn to ask questions. I needed to find another place to eat, or figure out how to work my stove and cook for myself. Ramen noodles weren't going to suffice seven nights a week. Knowing Sue, if she got wind of me not coming in, she'd probably hunt my ass down. It was time for me decide one way or another how I wanted to live the rest of my life. Did I really want to be alone with no friends?
Just as I was considering opening up and being more sociable, everything came crashing down on me when I got to police station. I'd no sooner got into my office, when my deputy came in and tossed the local paper on my desk. The front page made me feel ill.
TOWN SHERIFF LOST FAMILY IN CAR CRASH
"Sir, did you know they was goin' to print this?"
I was so enraged that someone had dug into my private life and announced it to the whole town. I grabbed my jacket and started walking back out. "If you need me, you can reach me on my cell."
I headed straight to the little
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