My niece asked me if I would drive her daughter back to university in Rochester, NY. Because she is my favorite niece, I said I would. We left around 7:00 a.m. and my plan was to take her there, then come right back home. I figured it was only four and a half hours each way, and I was used to that type of driving. What I didn't count on, though, was bad weather near Pulaski. I should have known that the lake effect snows are unpredictable.
It snowed like crazy from Pulaski to Syracuse, but we plowed through, cutting down on the good time I thought we would make. After we got past Syracuse, the sun came out, and the driving was really okay. However, instead of getting to Rochester around 1:30, it was 3:00 and I decided to stay overnight instead of risking bad weather again.
I dropped my niece's daughter off at the U of R and found a hotel near the highway so I could get an early start in the morning and not have to fight the traffic. I checked into the hotel and went to my room and had a short rest. Around 5:00, I went downstairs to the bar and had a couple of beers and watched some TV and checked out the people in the bar. That didn't take long.
Around 6:30 I went to the diningroom and had dinner. Eating alone is not much fun, but that's what I had to do. After dinner, I went downstairs to check out the exercise room and the games room. There was no one in the games room so I took the opportunity to practice my pool. After about fifteen minutes, three or four other people came in and just wandered around. There was a small bar at the end of the room, and two guys ordered a beer and stood around talking. Pretty soon, a third guy came in and joined them.
I just kept on shooting the balls around for a while and eventually one of the guys came up to the table. He was about 23 years old, fairly tall, very good looking, and had an extremely good build.
"Do you mind if I play with you," he asked. "Pool, that is," he said laughing.
"Don't mind a bit, Pal. It's always fun to play with someone else." I said.
"Yeah, you're right about that," he said without looking at me.
We tossed for break and started a game of Eight Ball. He was a pretty good shot and almost had me skunked before my cue started shooting the balls where I was looking. One of the other two guys who were by the bar drinking left, leaving one standing there alone. I noticed that the guy I was shooting with kept glancing over to him.
My opponent missed a shot, then looked at me and said, "Your shot, Honey." and he moved aside for me to shoot. I didn't know what to make of that comment, so I just ignored it. I made a fantastic shot that I had never made in my life and he came over to me and patted me on the ass and complimented me on my shot.
"Hey, you're getting good with that stick. You're going to have to give me some lessons."
I told him that he was a better shot than I was and that he didn't need lessons and that he could teach me a thing or two.
"I've been watching you shoot and I find that you are holding your cue too tightly and it's wobbling when you go to shoot. Here, let me show you what I mean. Take aim at the five-ball there, but don't hit it."
I set myself up for a shot and waited for his advice. He came up behind me and pressed real close to my ass and put one arm on the table and the other on the cue. He gave me some pointers on how to keep the cue steady, but all the while he was doing it, he kept grinding his crotch into my ass. Honestly, it felt good.
"Yeah, just like that. That's a good shot. Did you like my instructional technique?" he asked. I knew what he meant and I told him that I did without revealing too much about it.
I asked him if the guy at the bar was a friend of his and he said he was. I suggested we invite him over to play with us. "I'm sure he'd like to play with us. The question is, would you like to play with him?"
