"Sure."

Once again, the **** in you overides your better judgment, and you say yes. You're not going to just let him win, but this time, he has a plan.

He sets up the balls again, and as you line up to shoot, he swats your ass playfully. It throws you off just enough that your first shot is a duck that flys into the side of the 15 ball formation and almost into the pocket. You turn and glare back at him, but he gives no hint of what he just did. Apparently, guys aren't the only ones who can get teased.

He keeps shooting quickly to keep you from doing anything to him - you try brushing against him, but he's strong and nothing short of a tackle is going to budge him. He sinks 5 shots, and you line up to try to sink a solid.

You try shooting quickly, but he's ready for that, too, as his hand brushes on your shoulder, slipping a strap off. "You're so beatiful...." he whispers. You jerk quickly to keep your dress from falling down your arm and off, but in doing so, you hit the white ball accidentally, and it slips harmlessly into a striped ball.

"Scratch. I have ball in hand."

Someone was being suckered, all right, but it was never Mark - it was you the entire time. He sinks the last 3 balls without incident as you try to regain your composure, and turns to you.

"You said you didn't have money...what's your wager going to be?"

You look around nervously, and you start to move away so you can complete your planned 'forfeit' in more private setting, but Mark grabs your arm.

"You're not planning on running out on me, are you? I gave you my $100, now you give me what you'd planned on giving."

With a sigh, you move your hands to your hips to do what the boys had 'ordered' you to do if you'd lost...