UP MY ALLEY
Chapter 29
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The private room is tastefully done, with dark gray velvet drapes running from floor to ceiling, dividing each lane into its own little area. I set Lucille down carefully next to the ball return and watch Bella slide her Slingshot onto the padded rails. As the ball settles, the overhead lights glimmer off the shiny surface.
"Have you decided what we're playing for?" Bella coos, bringing me out of my ball envy. My eyes are instantly drawn to the deep V of her shirt.
"Boobs," I grunt.
"We're playing for boobs?" she giggles, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Fuck.
A/N: I da Ho knows a LOT more about bowling than I do, even though my ex was a pretty good bowler. All I got out of his ramblings was that three strikes in a row is called a Turkey and a 300 is like the Holy Grail. So I'm using Google and bullshit as my guide.
We will entertain any and all guesses as to who we might be. But if you do get it right...keep it on the down low. MR :-)
