The Argentinian took it at the short line and sent it toward the wall. I didn’t let it bounce, but slammed it straight back at her from six feet off...the wall. She didn’t have her racquet back in place from her previous swing and the purple ProPenn ball hit her in the shoulder and dribbled to the ground. The game was on.These two were no newcomers. I’d looked them up online and knew they’d been beaten in this match twice before. This was their third trip to the finals in Open Mixed Doubles. They. I walked into the bar and found her sitting at a corner table, with a half-finished drink in front of her. I could detect a sense of nervousness and dread when she looked up and acknowledged my presence."Hi, Honey, what's wrong?" I asked, as she dropped her eyes and stared at her glass. I got the waiter's attention as I sat down across from her, and ordered a beer."I have something I have to tell you," she started out weakly. "I've been putting it off, but it can't wait any longer." Tell me. My chief responsibility is disciplining students andto a lesser degree faculty. Its easy enough enforcing the dress code for studentsbut not so easy when you have to tell some 26 year old music teacher and wannabeAmerican Idol contestant that her skirt is too short. For this reason I'm notthe most popular lady in town. Call me elitist but I refuse to date any malewho is not of professional stature such as a lawyer or doctor but I haven'thad many offers either. At the fitness center where I work. " Oh no, I'm just fantasizing. I could never do that." Suit yourself, honey, but it'll be an easy three hundred bucks. Dixie can't enter this week; they have some silly rule that nobody can win two weeks in a row."Stan finally found his voice, "Stupid rule." Sure is," agreed her mama.Stan goaded and teased me throughout dinner. Finally I figured what the hell. Nobody knows me here. I'll never be back again. Why not?We went back to our motel. I showered, shaved my legs and pits, powdered up, and.