Today seems like a good day for some pool. I have returned to my home town, after being gone for 4 years going to college. I was at a local pool hall, bar, and restaurant combination like you will have in these small Nevada towns. It even has a casino in it. I have just beat 2 college boys, that thought they would be better at playing 8 ball than I was. I was even playing with a very crooked pool cue, and barely beat them or so they thought. We were playing for $5 per person per game, with the winner getting the pot. I had won $30 from them.
While we were playing, the owners daughter Gena came in. She is one sharp pool player. She has just finished college as I have, and she is proud that pool put her through college. We have both just turned 21 years old. She has one standard bet. The man puts up $100 and if she wins, she gets the $100. If she loses, he gets to take her to bed and take her virginity. Guys that can hardly hold a cue stick take her up on that, as they all figure she will screw up and lose someday. In past 5 years she has been making this bet someday has never come, as no one has beat her. She will play anyone that wants to bet, good or bad player. And she has played some of the best, and always won.
As we both finish our last game, she looks over at me and says, "Hi Jim, long time no see. Want to play someone besides those suckers?"
To tell you a little about us. My name is Jim Jorgenson. My grandfather on my mothers side was Jacob Jennings, the sole owner of Conner Industries. He was better known around the pool circuit as 'Montana Jake'. He had won all of his industries by playing 8 ball in big tournaments and Multi-Million Dollar, match games. Conner Industries was the first factory he won, and he put all additional winnings into that one name. When he died, he was worth about $500,000,000. I am his only heir, but it has never been announced as the industries were to be managed for me till I was 21. My grandfather died 6 years ago, and though I own everything no one in town knows it except for a few select people that had been sworn to secrecy by my grandfather. He had always kept our relationship though very close from the people in town to let me grow up without everyone trying to challenge me at pool.
My parents died when I was 7 in an auto wreck with a drunken driver, and I was raised my other grandparents the Jorgensons. These grandparents owned a big ranch which bordered Montana Jakes ranch, and I would ride my horse back and forth 2 miles between the houses. These grandparents died 4 years ago, and that was the last of my family. I have not been home in the meantime letting the trust managers run everything for me. I am now home to live permanently. I have a degree in business, with a second major in computer programming, and on Monday it will be announced who owns Conner Industries, and I will become the Chairman Of The Board and CEO over everything. I am 6'3" tall, and considered reasonably good looking. While in college, I had a very nerdy look to not stand out, and it worked as I never had even one date and am still a virgin.
About Gena: She is the daughter of the local pool hall owner where many of my grandfathers games were held. He was one of my grandfathers best friends. I have played pool with him many times at my grandfathers when I was growing up beating him every time the last few years. He is one of the few people in town that know who I really am, but has never told Gena at my request. She is 5'11" tall, and a gorgeous red head, with a body that every man wants to take to bed. I have been in love with her since I was about 10, and tonight I want to win my bride and get married before it is announced I am rich.
I look at her and say, "You know I can never beat you at your game. You are the best. Is it true that Montana Jake taught you how to win at pool?"
Gena: "He sure did, as he would come in here to see my father and give me pointers on how to win every game. Does that scare you, or don't you have $100 to gamble with?"
Me: "If you think you are so good, why don't we raise the stakes. Instead of a $100 sucker bet, lets make it really worth my while. I will put up my stake of $10,000 (which I lay on the table) which is yours if you win. If you lose, you of course have to let me have your virginity and for your information I am one too. But you make that bet with anyone who has $100, so we need some more anti from you. Before we go to bed, we have to go down and get our marriage license, and go to the chapel of your choice and get married. In addition you and I will then both give up playing pool for money or for sex, and just retire from competitive pool with anyone, with one exception. We would be willing to play for a charity to raise money for a needy cause, where we would put on pool demonstrations." Want to bet with those stakes?"
Gena: "Are you crazy, why would I want to take that kind of a bet and be expected to marry you?"
Me: "Knew you would never take on a real bet. You just play for suckers that are so horny anyone could beat them as all they think of is getting into your pants when you play. You are so unsure you can beat me, you are afraid to take the bet. I know your creed that you will never welsh on a bet, so if I win you would marry me if we played. The thing is when a real bet comes along, you cannot take the chance that you are not as good as your opponent. You only make small bets against suckers you can hustle."
Gena looked at me and suddenly started to smile. She said, "Now I know what you are trying to do by making such a crazy bet, is to fluster me to make me lose if I play you. Wrong sucker, hand my $10,000,000 to my father to hold for me. That bet is on. I have no fear of losing to you." I tossed the stack of bills to Glen and said, "If I win don't give me the money back. Put it in that big collection jar you have for the local little league fund. If I lose give it to Gena."
I then went into my ritual the same as my grandfather did. I took off my suit coat, folded it neatly and placed it over a chair, and removed my tie. I unbuttoned the two top buttons of my shirt, and rolled up my sleeves two exact turns. I shook talcum over my hands, then said to Glen, "Glen get my special pool cue out of your safe please."
Gena is standing there staring at me. She is seeing a new and very serious me, and she has seen this same routine before by another man, my grandfather. Glen brings over a very old leather pool cue case that is in immaculate condition, and hands it to me. I open it and there sits a very old African Ivory 2 piece pool cue. It is hand carved and has open fret work to lighten it. The areas the hands will come into contact with, are smooth and highly polished. It is a true work of art. A real museum piece. I start putting it together, and Gena can take it no longer and says, "I know that pool cue. Where, and how did you get Montana Jake's pool cue?"
