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Glen watched Cheyenne storm off with Zoe in tow. It was quite the spectacle, all heels, legs, and asses in quite a hurry. It would have been lovely to watch: Glen wasn’t amused, though. He wasn’t interested in the women as objects, as sexy as they were: he was interested in Zoe the person. He had grown very fond of her, and was attracted to her in many ways. Now he was worried his blunt response to Cheyenne’s interrogation might have driven them off, as if his age hadn’t already.

“C’est la guerre!” He muttered to himself. “Wouldn’t be the first one to get away.” Still, he saw that Kayleigh hadn’t followed the other two women. This was intriguing to Glen. He wondered why Kayleigh hadn’t rallied to her friend in her time of emotional crisis, as he would typically expect. He watched her now. She looked down at her boots for a moment, and hooked her thumbs into the front pockets of the very skimpy cutoffs she wore. She then traced an arc on the dusty floor with the toe of her right boot, following it with her eyes. She pursed her lips, and then set her feet and hips in the direction of Glen. She slowly raised her head, and made eye contact with Glen. The look was not what Glen had hoped for or even expected. Her glare was all business, almost mean. She stared to walk towards him, slowly and purposefully, but still with a very sexy feminine strut.   It was direct, though. She came up to Glen, stopping at his knees. She stared silently at him. Glen recognized the stare! It was the look of drill sergeant, or a cop: very flat, even, untrusting, and unimpressed.

“What did you say to piss off Cheyenne?” Kayleigh asked in a clipped tone.

Glen wasn’t fazed now.   He was hoping for a fun evening with some pretty and exciting women, not this weird vetting. It looked like the bullshit wasn’t going to end with Kayleigh. He was tired, of the day, and all this seeming nonsense. Kayleigh seemed aggressive, and territorial. It was a complete 180-degree turn from her earlier demeanor. Glen wondered if she was putting on a big act, and why. He thought about her choice of clothing, versus the studious nature of her science background. Kayleigh was also a married mom, too, but didn't admit to it. The two didn’t match. He wondered if she was schizophrenic, or just a female case of the Nutty Professor.

He stared back with a “I don’t have time for this crap” look. He fought off the tequila buzz, put his hands flat on his knees, stood, and came up close her. He put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at her, staring right back with as little interest as she seemed to give. “Why do you care?” he asked.

This was an immediate challenge to her position. He saw her recoil just a bit… but she held her ground. He wondered if her job was to keep him there, and waited for just a moment to see if she said anything. When she didn’t, he knew he had the advantage. Then he sneered, gave an annoyed snort, shook his head, and began to walk past her. Like in a car deal, walking away from the table has a lot of power.

He only got three steps.

“Zoe likes you…really…a lot. I’m not sure why, but she does! Cheyenne does, too, but I can tell you really want Zoe”

Kayleigh’s words were spoken softly. Glen stopped and turned back. Kayleigh was still looking away.

Glen stood still. Kayleigh’s response was pure music to his ears, but her body language and tone screamed anguish. Glen paused to see what happened next.

Kayleigh held still for a moment. Her broad shoulders were stooped a bit, and her head was down. She then took a big breath, and collected herself. Her perfect posture returned, and she turned to face Glen. This time her face was softer, almost sad and resigned. She mustered a smile, but her eyes were still flat and empty.

Kayleigh then took off her hat, and dropped it on the sofa. She undid her pigtails, and flared her hair out before reaching down to take her hat again. To Glen, she was a striking beauty! Her breasts were barely contained by her top, and her hair glowed in the light, in contrast to her deep tan. She walked up to Glen, and came very close to him. She intertwined her right hand in his left, and leaned in. Her large breasts pressed against his chest. She looked up at him, now with a longing gaze. He was transfixed by her icy blue eyes.

Glen was confused. Was Kayleigh after him, too?   The signs were all confusing. He decided to cool things off. He gently squeezed her hand, and stepped back. Her mouth opened a bit, and she looked sad again. She lowered her head, hiding her face from Glen with her hat. She slowly turned, and walked to an old pool table on the covered corner of the deck. She pulled a few quarters from her purse, and placed them on the corner of the table. This told the two young men who were playing all they needed to know. She then faced Glen, and sat on a stool against the wall. "8 ball?" she asked.

Glen nodded yes. He felt thirsty again. The buzz was wearing off quickly. "Beer?" He asked. Kayleigh nodded, "Sure." He went inside the bar, and ordered up two longnecks. He paid for them, and returned outside, handing one to Kayleigh.

“Sorry.” Glen said softly. He didn’t know what made him say that, but it was from his gut, and seemed right. He offered his bottle in a toast. She looked back, still sad. She reluctantly brought her bottle up, and they touched. The both took a long pull from their bottles, and watched the two men playing in silence.

Finally the eight ball sank, and the two men playing slapped hands. Kayleigh stood, took her coins, bent over, and slotted them. Her firm and exposed derriere waved in the air right in front of Glen. This got a few whistles and hoots from onlookers. This also got a rise from Glen, and he awkwardly sat on a stool. Kayleigh thrust the coin slots into the table end, and the balls cascaded into the open slot. She bent again, her solid ass pooched out, and drew the rack and started to place the balls carefully in position. She stopped once to consider the position of the 1 and 8 balls, before relocating them centrally to the grid. Kayleigh then bent over the table centered the 1 ball on the spot at one end of the table. Glen got a full look at her firm bottom, and thick hamstrings and calf muscles.   She stood, adjusted the bottoms of her shorts a bit, and walked over to the rack of cues. She saw one that might work, and looked down the length. She then rolled the cue on the table, and, satisfied it was true, took some chalk and scuffed the tip.

She put the cue ball on the table opposite the other balls, and looked at Glen. Her legs spread and back arched, she leaned on the cue in such a way that her crotch and cleavage pressed against the wood shaft. The cue seemed to disappear between her large breasts.

“You want to break?” Kayleigh asked with a saucy look.

Glen was now more confused than ever. Was this a different kind of test? First there was intimidation from Kayleigh, and now heavy flirting. It was like a solo version of good-cop, bad-cop. Glen decided to stay the course, and act decently.

“You bought, you break!” he offered.

Kayleigh didn’t argue, and immediately placed the cue ball. She lined up her shot, and sent a rocket at the 1 ball. The rack broke, and the balls scattered evenly throughout the end of the table. The 10 ball fell in the corner pocket. Glen let out a low whistle. He wondered if he was being hustled, in more ways than just billiards.

Kayleigh lined up another shot at a striped ball, but her shot glanced off a solid. She slowly rounded the table, back arched and chest out, and made way for Glen. Glen watched her strut, her luscious figure and cool glare entrancing him. He shook off the fog of her spell, surveyed the table, and saw that the one was close to the corner pocket. Though out of practice, he thought it was a low risk shot. He looked a moment to be sure he had the next shot ready, and made his stroke. The cue ball cleanly struck the 1 ball, and the 1 skipped into the pocket. However, Glen misread the release angle. The cue ball ricocheted off another ball, and went into the adjacent corner.

“Nice scratch, ace!” Kayleigh smirked. It was the first sign of humor from her in a while. She slowly walked around the table, cradling her cue as a hunter might, ready to shoot. She came to one corner, and saw the shot she wanted. With a lightning-fast stroke, she sank the 14, putting just the right spin on the cue ball so it kicked near another stripe. She then proceeded to run the table. Glen could do nothing but chuckle, or occasionally applaud an excellent shot. The other observers were in awe of the sexy muscle goddess and her billiards prowess. During her run, Kayleigh’s phone buzzed, and she paused long enough to look at and reply to a text message, before putting it back in her front pocket.

One shot remained for Kayleigh. The 8 ball was near an end rail. She scuffed her previous shot, sinking the striped ball, but the cue ball drifted too close to the 8, and near the center of the table. It would be a tricky shot. A cut shot to the corner might send the cue ball to the opposite corner pocket for a game-ending scratch. Her only play seemed to be a cross table shot off the nearest rail. As close as she was, Kayleigh had to be careful to hit the cue ball hard enough to get the right angle and momentum, but not so hard that the cue ball might follow into the pocket for a scratch. She also had a long way to reach. Glen watched as she studied her shot. She then went to the side nearest the cue, hoisted her thick right leg up on the table, while straining to keep contact with the floor with her left toe. Glen was mesmerized by her perfectly tanned and muscular legs and glutes bulging against her sparse denim shorts. She then aimed the tip right below center of the cue. She was going to hit with force, but put enough backspin to walk the cue out to the center.

Kayleigh was about to strike, when she turned her head to look coolly at Glen. “Like what ya' see, cow-boy?” she drawled. Glen said nothing, but smiled coolly back. Kayleigh, still looking at Glen, dropped her smile. “8-ball, far corner!” She declared and struck the cue ball blindly, still staring at Glen.

A puff of blue chalk dust erupted, and the cue ball shot forward, striking the 8 into the rail. The 8 ball shot along the length of the table, bumping the edge of the pocket for a split second before clattering into the pocket. As the cue ball spun slowly to a stop near the center of the table, onlookers began to applaud and shout. Kayleigh brought her leg back down, and turned to Glen. She gripped the cue in her right hand now, down and away, tapping the floor as though she was ready to strike Glen.

She slowly approached Glen, and a hush fell over the spectators. The only sounds were her boots clicking on the deck, and a rhythmic tapping of her cue on the wood flooring. Glen started to feel nervous, but held still, and tried to look calm.   He thought briefly about Army Pugil training. He still had his cue, and was ready to block with it, then butt-stroke as needed. Kayleigh, though, just walked right up to him, and ran her fingers along the open collar at his chest. She purred, “The girls want to talk with me for a bit, soooo, I’m going to go. You should wait here.”

She drew closer, and whispered in his ear: “I’ll just say this: you break Zoe's heart, and I will break your head open...if she doesn't first!”

Glen felt a chill down his spine. He actually believed she could. Before Glen could retort, she spun about, put the cue on the table, and strutted to the bar door. At the door, she looked back at Glen, her back arched, and her breasts and glutes proudly displayed. Kayleigh held her chin high, and gave him a little smile, but the coldest ice blue glare he had ever seen. Glen could only raise his bottle in salute, as she disappeared inside.

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Glen watched Cheyenne storm off with Zoe in tow. It was quite the spectacle, all heels, legs, and asses in quite a hurry. It would have been lovely to watch: Glen wasn’t amused, though. He wasn’t interested in the women as objects, as sexy as they were: he was interested in Zoe the person. He had grown very fond of her, and was attracted to her in many ways. Now he was worried his blunt response to Cheyenne’s interrogation might have driven them off, as if his age hadn’t already.

“C’est la guerre!” He muttered to himself. “Wouldn’t be the first one to get away.” Still, he saw that Kayleigh hadn’t followed the other two women. This was intriguing to Glen. He wondered why Kayleigh hadn’t rallied to her friend in her time of emotional crisis, as he would typically expect. He watched her now. She looked down at her boots for a moment, and hooked her thumbs into the front pockets of the very skimpy cutoffs she wore. She then traced an arc on the dusty floor with the toe of her right boot, following it with her eyes. She pursed her lips, and then set her feet and hips in the direction of Glen. She slowly raised her head, and made eye contact with Glen. The look was not what Glen had hoped for or even expected. Her glare was all business, almost mean. She stared to walk towards him, slowly and purposefully, but still with a very sexy feminine strut.   It was direct, though. She came up to Glen, stopping at his knees. She stared silently at him. Glen recognized the stare! It was the look of drill sergeant, or a cop: very flat, even, untrusting, and unimpressed.

“What did you say to piss off Cheyenne?” Kayleigh asked in a clipped tone.

Glen wasn’t fazed now.   He was hoping for a fun evening with some pretty and exciting women, not this weird vetting. It looked like the bullshit wasn’t going to end with Kayleigh. He was tired, of the day, and all this seeming nonsense. Kayleigh seemed aggressive, and territorial. It was a complete 180-degree turn from her earlier demeanor. Glen wondered if she was putting on a big act, and why. He thought about her choice of clothing, versus the studious nature of her science background. Kayleigh was also a married mom, too, but didn't admit to it. The two didn’t match. He wondered if she was schizophrenic, or just a female case of the Nutty Professor.

He stared back with a “I don’t have time for this crap” look. He fought off the tequila buzz, put his hands flat on his knees, stood, and came up close her. He put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at her, staring right back with as little interest as she seemed to give. “Why do you care?” he asked.

This was an immediate challenge to her position. He saw her recoil just a bit… but she held her ground. He wondered if her job was to keep him there, and waited for just a moment to see if she said anything. When she didn’t, he knew he had the advantage. Then he sneered, gave an annoyed snort, shook his head, and began to walk past her. Like in a car deal, walking away from the table has a lot of power.

He only got three steps.

“Zoe likes you…really…a lot. I’m not sure why, but she does! Cheyenne does, too, but I can tell you really want Zoe”

Kayleigh’s words were spoken softly. Glen stopped and turned back. Kayleigh was still looking away.

Glen stood still. Kayleigh’s response was pure music to his ears, but her body language and tone screamed anguish. Glen paused to see what happened next.

Kayleigh held still for a moment. Her broad shoulders were stooped a bit, and her head was down. She then took a big breath, and collected herself. Her perfect posture returned, and she turned to face Glen. This time her face was softer, almost sad and resigned. She mustered a smile, but her eyes were still flat and empty.

Kayleigh then took off her hat, and dropped it on the sofa. She undid her pigtails, and flared her hair out before reaching down to take her hat again. To Glen, she was a striking beauty! Her breasts were barely contained by her top, and her hair glowed in the light, in contrast to her deep tan. She walked up to Glen, and came very close to him. She intertwined her right hand in his left, and leaned in. Her large breasts pressed against his chest. She looked up at him, now with a longing gaze. He was transfixed by her icy blue eyes.

Glen was confused. Was Kayleigh after him, too?   The signs were all confusing. He decided to cool things off. He gently squeezed her hand, and stepped back. Her mouth opened a bit, and she looked sad again. She lowered her head, hiding her face from Glen with her hat. She slowly turned, and walked to an old pool table on the covered corner of the deck. She pulled a few quarters from her purse, and placed them on the corner of the table. This told the two young men who were playing all they needed to know. She then faced Glen, and sat on a stool against the wall. "8 ball?" she asked.

Glen nodded yes. He felt thirsty again. The buzz was wearing off quickly. "Beer?" He asked. Kayleigh nodded, "Sure." He went inside the bar, and ordered up two longnecks. He paid for them, and returned outside, handing one to Kayleigh.

“Sorry.” Glen said softly. He didn’t know what made him say that, but it was from his gut, and seemed right. He offered his bottle in a toast. She looked back, still sad. She reluctantly brought her bottle up, and they touched. The both took a long pull from their bottles, and watched the two men playing in silence.

Finally the eight ball sank, and the two men playing slapped hands. Kayleigh stood, took her coins, bent over, and slotted them. Her firm and exposed derriere waved in the air right in front of Glen. This got a few whistles and hoots from onlookers. This also got a rise from Glen, and he awkwardly sat on a stool. Kayleigh thrust the coin slots into the table end, and the balls cascaded into the open slot. She bent again, her solid ass pooched out, and drew the rack and started to place the balls carefully in position. She stopped once to consider the position of the 1 and 8 balls, before relocating them centrally to the grid. Kayleigh then bent over the table centered the 1 ball on the spot at one end of the table. Glen got a full look at her firm bottom, and thick hamstrings and calf muscles.   She stood, adjusted the bottoms of her shorts a bit, and walked over to the rack of cues. She saw one that might work, and looked down the length. She then rolled the cue on the table, and, satisfied it was true, took some chalk and scuffed the tip.

She put the cue ball on the table opposite the other balls, and looked at Glen. Her legs spread and back arched, she leaned on the cue in such a way that her crotch and cleavage pressed against the wood shaft. The cue seemed to disappear between her large breasts.

“You want to break?” Kayleigh asked with a saucy look.

Glen was now more confused than ever. Was this a different kind of test? First there was intimidation from Kayleigh, and now heavy flirting. It was like a solo version of good-cop, bad-cop. Glen decided to stay the course, and act decently.

“You bought, you break!” he offered.

Kayleigh didn’t argue, and immediately placed the cue ball. She lined up her shot, and sent a rocket at the 1 ball. The rack broke, and the balls scattered evenly throughout the end of the table. The 10 ball fell in the corner pocket. Glen let out a low whistle. He wondered if he was being hustled, in more ways than just billiards.

Kayleigh lined up another shot at a striped ball, but her shot glanced off a solid. She slowly rounded the table, back arched and chest out, and made way for Glen. Glen watched her strut, her luscious figure and cool glare entrancing him. He shook off the fog of her spell, surveyed the table, and saw that the one was close to the corner pocket. Though out of practice, he thought it was a low risk shot. He looked a moment to be sure he had the next shot ready, and made his stroke. The cue ball cleanly struck the 1 ball, and the 1 skipped into the pocket. However, Glen misread the release angle. The cue ball ricocheted off another ball, and went into the adjacent corner.

“Nice scratch, ace!” Kayleigh smirked. It was the first sign of humor from her in a while. She slowly walked around the table, cradling her cue as a hunter might, ready to shoot. She came to one corner, and saw the shot she wanted. With a lightning-fast stroke, she sank the 14, putting just the right spin on the cue ball so it kicked near another stripe. She then proceeded to run the table. Glen could do nothing but chuckle, or occasionally applaud an excellent shot. The other observers were in awe of the sexy muscle goddess and her billiards prowess. During her run, Kayleigh’s phone buzzed, and she paused long enough to look at and reply to a text message, before putting it back in her front pocket.

One shot remained for Kayleigh. The 8 ball was near an end rail. She scuffed her previous shot, sinking the striped ball, but the cue ball drifted too close to the 8, and near the center of the table. It would be a tricky shot. A cut shot to the corner might send the cue ball to the opposite corner pocket for a game-ending scratch. Her only play seemed to be a cross table shot off the nearest rail. As close as she was, Kayleigh had to be careful to hit the cue ball hard enough to get the right angle and momentum, but not so hard that the cue ball might follow into the pocket for a scratch. She also had a long way to reach. Glen watched as she studied her shot. She then went to the side nearest the cue, hoisted her thick right leg up on the table, while straining to keep contact with the floor with her left toe. Glen was mesmerized by her perfectly tanned and muscular legs and glutes bulging against her sparse denim shorts. She then aimed the tip right below center of the cue. She was going to hit with force, but put enough backspin to walk the cue out to the center.

Kayleigh was about to strike, when she turned her head to look coolly at Glen. “Like what ya' see, cow-boy?” she drawled. Glen said nothing, but smiled coolly back. Kayleigh, still looking at Glen, dropped her smile. “8-ball, far corner!” She declared and struck the cue ball blindly, still staring at Glen.

A puff of blue chalk dust erupted, and the cue ball shot forward, striking the 8 into the rail. The 8 ball shot along the length of the table, bumping the edge of the pocket for a split second before clattering into the pocket. As the cue ball spun slowly to a stop near the center of the table, onlookers began to applaud and shout. Kayleigh brought her leg back down, and turned to Glen. She gripped the cue in her right hand now, down and away, tapping the floor as though she was ready to strike Glen.

She slowly approached Glen, and a hush fell over the spectators. The only sounds were her boots clicking on the deck, and a rhythmic tapping of her cue on the wood flooring. Glen started to feel nervous, but held still, and tried to look calm.   He thought briefly about Army Pugil training. He still had his cue, and was ready to block with it, then butt-stroke as needed. Kayleigh, though, just walked right up to him, and ran her fingers along the open collar at his chest. She purred, “The girls want to talk with me for a bit, soooo, I’m going to go. You should wait here.”

She drew closer, and whispered in his ear: “I’ll just say this: you break Zoe's heart, and I will break your head open...if she doesn't first!”

Glen felt a chill down his spine. He actually believed she could. Before Glen could retort, she spun about, put the cue on the table, and strutted to the bar door. At the door, she looked back at Glen, her back arched, and her breasts and glutes proudly displayed. Kayleigh held her chin high, and gave him a little smile, but the coldest ice blue glare he had ever seen. Glen could only raise his bottle in salute, as she disappeared inside.

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