I knew it because for certain catches I had to touch it to avoid a possible fall.After a few shots I stood between the bars and him above me. He sprea... his thighs to execute a scissor and there I realized that I had his lower abdomen a few inches from my face. I was not obsessed with it but still, I blushed wondering if he realized that I observed the shapes of his floating shorts. The spread legs revealed the boy's crotch through the shorts yawning. The slip pocket also yawned a little.. I was never going to impress anyone with my skill at pool.He told Kat to wait in the car for a few minutes, and then to come into the bar and take a seat by herself. Then he informed her that while we were there, the only thing she could say no to was leaving the building. He asked if she understood and she nodded.Evan and I got out of the car and went inside. There were about a dozen men in the place, I didn't see any women.We sat at the bar and ordered a beer and a couple of burgers. There. Not that I wasn't proving her wrong with my career lately. Bob had atleast had steady dates though most of his twenties, without much to showfor it. The last few years he'd seemed content in his confirmedbachelorhood.I guess I should give you my personal highlights. I'm John FoxwellMunson. Although I've had the nickname Jack since I was a kid. Itidentified me from my dad. I'm 32 years old, 33 next month. 5'10, 187pounds, brown hair, brown eyes. No distinguishing features, scars ortattoos. Other. " Yep." Okay. Two can play this game. I also know what you want."She just smiled."I think you want to get laid," I said, amazed at my own nerve. This was not my usual me speaking."No, you're wrong. I don't have sex with chicks..." You just kissed them, right? On the lips..."She gave a loud laugh, scratching her tattooed right cheek. Three dots forming an imaginary descending line had been drawn on her light-brown skin."Only the cute ones," she said. "I have to draw the line somewhere."II. The.