Margo swung her racquet at the ball, driving it sharply to the front wall just above ankle height.Margo swung her racquet at the ball, driving it sharply to the front wall just above ankle height. The ball hit with a sharp splat and caromed off at an angle toward the left side wall. Larry raced forward and just managed to get his racquet on the ball and return it. Margo waited for the high shot to come down and smashed another wicked shot, this time driving it toward the back right corner. Larry tried desperately to reach the ball before it bounced a second time, but his dive was just short and the ball dribbled onto the floor. "Game!" called Margo. "I win fifteen to four." She walked over and helped Larry to his feet. "Good game." "Thanks," gasped Larry, looking up at her. "Got time for another?" "Nope, time for me to get to work," Margo answered. "Come on Margo, let me try to win one." "Sorry, guy, you're just going to have to wait a while," said Margo. "Besides, I've beaten you every time we've played. Aren't you getting tired of losing?" "Well, now that you mention it, yeah," answered Larry. "Let's see, so far you've beaten me in the only marathon we ran together, killed me at tennis, squash, handball, golf, and racquetball, and even mated me the only time we played chess." He shook his head slowly. "I'm running out of things to try." "Face it babe, you're just not in my league. I'm quicker, smarter, faster, and stronger than you are." Margo smirked and added, "Maybe you should hit the weight room a little more and the dining room a little less." "Hey, now, let's not get nasty," snapped Larry. "I'm in pretty good shape for a guy who works at a desk forty hours a week. Besides, who says you're stronger than I am? I'm willing to concede that you're faster, maybe even smarter, but there's no way you're stronger than me." Margo's face froze. "Watch it buddy. You're mouth's writing checks your body can't cash," she growled. |