The Blonde Cheerleader
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Despite her resolution to stay cool and detached, Nancy was soon sucked into Ted’s struggles on the tables. What woman wouldn’t be? Watching men in their prime use strength and cunning to overcome their rivals.
As with this particular match.
The two players were evenly paired in skill and strength. Back and forth, back and forth, Ted and his opponent duked it out, the ball flying, the racquets an extension of their muscled arms. Perspiration dripped down their backs, grunts at each connection.
Finally Ted feigned a return to the right, only to send the ball flying to the left. His point. Nancy leapt to her feet, cheering.
It was then that she saw her, half a bleacher away, pony-tailed blonde hair bouncing, clapping wildly.
The other woman.
The girl turned her head, giving Nancy a questioning glance, and then unconcerned focused back on Ted. Why would she be concerned? Nancy glanced down at her less curvy figure. She was no threat.
She sat down with a thump, frowning.
“What is it?” Patrick, her pseudo date, asked.
“See that blonde?” Nancy nodded in her direction.
“The one with the crop top?”
“Yep.” As if her body didn’t get enough attention, she had to dress provocatively too. “That’s her.”
“Uh oh….” An expression of doom.
“Exactly.”
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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