Fighter’s Best Friend

With her killer figure and flawless complexion, she could have any guy she wanted, any time she wanted him. Is she a secret bowling master and no one thought to mention it? His face is flushed pink and sweat beads on his receding hairline. A few of his shots land, but not enough to do any real damage, and finally, three rounds in, he reaches the point where his desperation to win overcomes his good sense.