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Fifty-Five
I won the first game, and so she challenged me to another. She racked this time, and I went to break. I leaned over the table and lined up the cue ball. I pulled my arm back to take my shot when someone came up from behind and placed their hands on my waist.
"Hey, baby. How you doin'?" I groaned in disgust, and Cheyenne heard and saw my face. My tongue ran over the front of my top teeth as I tried to hold back my anger. I stood up straight, and he turned me around, pushing my butt against the table.
"It would be wise for you and your balls to walk away." I looked up at him and glared. He smirked down at me.
"Sounds like you like to get rough. I can get down with that." He smirked bigger and added a wink.
"Seriously, Trent? You have no clue what she can do. You're going to want to walk away now." He smiled at Cheyenne over my shoulder as I lifted the pool stick, ready to skewer it through his foot if he didn't let me go.
"I like a girl with ski
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