Chapter 3
She finally had a good look at it. It was long, and black, and seemed to go on forever. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. A strong, study base, just what was needed. As she stared at it, her emotions started to get the best of her. She had said, "no" so many times. She couldn't ... Or could she? What would the neighbors think? He had asked over and over for years, but in her heart she just didn't know if it was right. Deep down, she probably wanted it too, just to fulfill his desire as well. All she could think about was where she let him put it.
He looked at her and said, "Are you ready?"
Her eyelashes fluttered. "I'm afraid there will be too much noise."
He placed his work-worn finger under her chin and raised her gaze to his. "I will be careful. We'll take it slow at first."
The first attempt banged off the rim. She winced. The next few tries were successful. Right in the hole. Then he tried the long shot. It missed and there was an awful racket. She squealed loudly and could feel the eyes of the neighborhood burning into her. She laughed and let him continue. It went on well into the night.
The next morning, he asked if she was ready for another round.
"No one-on-one this time. You're playing solo, today."
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