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... again.

I thought I knew what they were talking about. Sal was aiming for a pocket down table for the stripe, a harder shot than the nearer side pocket, but it would leave an easier shot on the eight if he made it.

"Here goes nothin'," he said and took his shot. The striped ball rolled slowly down the table and stopped right in front of the pocket, meanwhile the cue ball bounced off a rail and settled in the middle of the table.

Kate's eyes lit up. "You should have put more weight behind that shot, Sal. You've got some to spare. Eight ball, corner pocket."

"Yeah, I guess I should have. I'm not as good as you," he conceded. "Be careful not to scratch on the 8-ball, that side pocket is tricky on this shot."

"I see it," Kate retorted,"quit trying to make me nervous, it won't work."

Kate set up her shot and struck the cue ball. It hit the eight at just the angle she intended. The cue ball bounced off the rail next to the side pocket and the eight travelled up the table and dropped into the corner.

"Yes! Nice shot," I shouted.

"Oh no. No, no, NO!" Kate's voice rose in alarm as the cue ball slowly crept across the table towards the opposite side pocket. No amount of her willful opposition could stop it rolling and it fell into the pocket. She scratched.

"Dammit!"

"I told you to watch out for that side pocket,"Sal paused looking at Jen, "She probably should have put less weight behind it."

Jen cackled her annoying laugh and sneered at Kate, ...

... "Strip, Bitch!"

The cronies at the other table hooted and hollered, and as Kate slumped her shoulders in resignation and reached behind her to undo the bra clasps, a chant of "Strip! Strip! Strip!" erupted with Jen and Sal joining in. I could only stand and watch. helpless. Kate had brought this on herself.

When the bra fell away from her breasts, Kate covered herself as best she could and the chanters all cheered wildly. Chuck yelled, "Damn those are some big ass titties! Hey Dave's wife, if you don't want to blow me, I'll fuck those instead!"

Kate stood with arms crossed over her breasts. Her face and chest became more red as the audience continued to make comments about her big bare tits.

"Dave, you break," Kate says with a meek voice. She looked defeated. We can't win with her like this, I thought. Then it occured to me what happens if we lose. My wife's most intimate parts will be exposed to the bar. She'll have to service Jen's brother, my ex-employees, maybe Sal? Maybe Mike? Maybe a room full of people?

"That's going too far," I think.

"Wait! Fuck. Just wait," I held up my hands. Everyone in the room looked at me expectantly, wondering what I'd say next. Only, I didn't know what to say next. My head fogged, my ears ringing. This had become a bad dream.

"Jen, you could still lose, too. You've beat us two out of three and humiliated Kate. How about we call it a night." I tried to reason. Kate didn't say anything and I thanked God that she stayed shut ...