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... different pocket. Like Sal's shot earlier, if she made this shot I didn't see any more hurdles to finishing the table. She'd never had a shot with so much riding on it.

Katie stood on her tiptoes, leaning over the table and sighted down the length of her stick. It was a long reach, but I was sure she could pull it off. She drew the stick back and pushed it forward evenly and easily, leaning in to the shot as the tip made contact with the solid yellow ball. It bounced off the rail near the eight and headed to the opposite corner like it had radar, dropping into the pocket.

As I turned to congratulate Kate on the shot, Jen exclaimed, "Hey, she knocked our ball away from the pocket with her tit!"

Kate was looking down at her chest in horror, the striped ball still rolled slowly on the table away from her.

Sal started laughing loudly. "Holy shit!" he said between fits of laughter. "Holy Shit! That's perfect. What's the bar rule if you move an object ball with something other than the cue ball, Ms. Rule Book?"

Kate was still staring at her chest. She looked at me, "They were hanging lower without my bra," she muttered under her breath.

"I can't hear you!" He was still laughing as he moved the striped ball back to where it had sat.

"It's a scratch," said Kate. Jen, realizing what this meant, started guffawing loudly too.

"Ohmygawd! That's perfect! She had a titty scratch!" Everyone started laughing except Kate and I. Jen picked up the cue ball and placed it ...

... so she had a straight shot at the last striped ball.

Kate came over to me and crushed her face against my chest. "Oh God, Dave. I always have a shirt and bra on. I didn't realize my boobs were hanging down." She sobbed. "I can't watch. Oh my God." I hugged Kate tighter.

I turned back to the table as the click of the balls hitting and the drop of the striped ball into the pocket drew my attention One shot to go. Jen made no mistake. She lined up her shot, took her time, struck the cue ball well and sunk the last ball of the night.

The room was completely quiet. Kate couldn't move away from me, and I just held her.

"Kate." Jen said gently. "Kate." She waited. Kate finally pulled her face away from me. "Kate," Jen said once again, her voice soft.

Kate looked at Jen. "Kate."

"Yes?"

"Strip. Bitch!" She started cackling and Kate hitched a sob back into her throat. "Show these boys what you've been hiding all night!" Kate squeezed herself against me harder. It wasn't until I heard these words that I remembered what Kate had told me so much earlier that evening. She really would be showing everything.

"Give us a minute, Jen."

I pulled my wife into the bathroom to have some privacy and turned to her, "Are you going to go through with this? You don't have to. You can get dressed and we can go home right now. We can deal with the consequences."

"Dave, I have to. This is being humiliated tonight. The alternative humiliates me forever. I know Jen, she'll go ...