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... make a long range shot and cursed under her breath when she missed. Again, it gave Jen a fairly straight forward shot.

"Hey Rat, thanks for giving me these easy shots every time you miss,” Jen said, then proceeded to flub her next shot.

I felt I needed to try and catch up, but overpowered the shot. It rattled in front of the corner pocket, blocking it.

Sal pointed at that blocked pocket. He hit his ball off ours and in, leaving them with one ball to go. He moved to take his next.

"That's slop, our shot," Katie said as she approached the table to take a shot.

"Bullshit," said Sal. "I called that pocket." He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Nope. Bar rules. You have to call if it's going to bounce off our ball first," insisted Kate. "If you intended to have the ball bounce off ours, you should have called it. You two dummies are perfect for each other."

We had five balls left and they had one. Kate knocked three of ours in, but the last two were touching each other. She called a combo, corner pocket. The cue ball hit one ball and the other shot straight into the pocket as she intended.

"Woo!" she screamed and clapped, then "Ugghhh," as the cue ball fell into another pocket. A scratch.

With the scratch, Jen got to place the cue ball wherever she wanted. With only one ball and the eight ball left, she placed it in the perfect position and sank those last two without a problem.

"Strip, Bitch!" she mocked Kate.

Billy's friends again ...

... whooped and cheered at the disrobing. Kate tried to ignore them. As Chuck had noted before, her breasts are large, and her black bra was pretty supportive, much less revealing than a bikini. That didn't stop the guys from making lots of lewd comments.

Kate moved closer to me,"I'm playing like crap. Do you want to break?"

This really surprised me. I couldn't remember a time when I'd ever heard Kate's confidence shaken. I tried to be supportive, even though I was frustrated at her to the point of being pissed off that she'd agreed to this stupid contest.

"Katie, you are playing fine. Your shots have just been really hard. You break, I suck at it." I squeezed her bare shoulder and she smiled back at me.

"OK, thanks for the pep talk. I'm the best player here, I just need to find my groove." Kate was talking to herself more than me. She broke to start the next game, sank a solid and pocketed 2 more balls, then it went downhill.

It was a sputtering game. Jen, Sal and I might make a ball on our turns, but every time it was Kate's turn the cue ball was blocked, or at the wrong end of the table or at a terrible angle. Every time she missed, Chuck, Malik and Billy mocked her skills. Her frustration continued to build.

It came back to Sal. They had one ball left and we were on the eight. He had a tough but makeable shot. Sal and Jen stood looking at the table speaking softly. Sal was pointing, Jen smiled and nodded. I thought I heard him say, "You sure?" And she nodded ...