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... winked. Thank God, confident Kate was back. She scanned the table and picked stripes as our color, then sank three balls in quick succession, each time setting up the cue ball for the next shot. Her fourth shot the ball also dropped, but the white ball traveled too far, settling in behind a solid.

I held my breath as I watched Kate contemplate trying to sink a stripe off a bank shot, then she just nudged the cue ball off a striped ball. It ran down the table and settled behind the other striped ball that was left. Jen looked at Sal.

"What do I do? There isn't any good shot."

"You're gonna have to try a bank shot." He walked over to the table and pointed to a spot on the cue ball. "If you hit it here with some low English and bank it right here," he started to point at a spot on the rail.

Kate spoke up, "That's against bar rules. You can suggest which ball to hit, but you can't show her how to make a shot."

"Seriously?" Sal asked. Kate didn't reply. "You are over the top. I can see why Jen hates you so much." He threw his hands up in the air and moved away from Jen.

Jen took the shot, which bounced off the rail and missed everything.

"Table scratch," I commented, picking up the cue ball. Since she hadn't hit any balls I could place it anywhere on the table. With two balls left plus the eight to win, I planned how I could navigate the next three shots. It wasn't too difficult and in moments the eight was settling into the called corner pocket. Sal never ...

... even got a chance to shoot this game.

Neither Kate nor I said anything, but immediately the audience broke into their "Strip! Strip! Strip!" mantra. Jen, scowling at them, said, "I thought you guys are on my side."

Chuck, ever the comedian, replied,"Big titties, little titties, it don't matter. Titties is titties!"

They all laughed at him and nodded in agreement, even her brother. Jen turned away from them and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Jen walked over to Sal, covering her nipples with her arm, and they started whispering again. I couldn't hear the words, but Jen was distressed, her expression drawn. She gestured at the table and Sal was nodding.

The door to the pool room creaked open and Mike stuck his head in. "Last call everyone, bar closes in 15 minutes." Kate and Jen both looked at Mike and then at each other. He added,"You can stay as long as you want. I just can't serve after midnight. Oh, and most people have left. There are only a few regulars that I told they might want to hang around for a show."

"That was perfect," I said to Kate, referring to the last game. "We just need to play our game and do that again."

"Yep." she agreed. "They break first, but we just need to play our game." She called out to Jen, "Your break."

A few more moments of conferring and Sal went to break.

"You're breaking?" Kate asked.

"Yeah. I didn't get a turn last game, so I'm breaking. Is that OK or is it against bar rules?" His voice dripped ...