Up on my toes…
It’s been ages since we last played this way.
Bent slightly at the waist…
But the body remembers.
Thighs trembling…
And you know I will always give as good as I get.
Sweat dripping off my brow…
I am focused. Intent.
You push me hard, and I push you back even harder.
Talk. To. Me.
“Come on, come on…”
SMACK!
“More!”
:: pant ::
“Give it to me!”
Unnnhhhh!
“Yeeessss!”
I reach…
Arch…
Extend…
And SLAM the ball right back at you.
40, Love.
Heh-heh.
Game.
Set.
Match.
Mmmhmmmmm…
Tennis. It’s what’s for dinner. 😀
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What? Did you think I was talking about something else? 😉
Ahem.
How did YOU spend your holiday weekend?
I was, errm, not thinking of tennis… 😉
It was a holiday weekend? What does that mean? Oh, time away from work… well, I did spend some time away from work…
Hmmm… What were you thinking of…? 😉
Yes, it was a holiday weekend. Labor Day being the day you get a break from laboring. (Or something like that.)
I’m glad you got some time away from work. Though… I suspect ~ given your semantics ~ that you didn’t exactly rest this weekend, which is a whole ‘nother concept altogether. 😛
Tennis? I lost my chubby. 😉
I’m all about whackin’ balls… 😛
LOL!!! Good story, Mrs. Fever! Glad to hear that You scored 🙂
Heh. 😉