"Sure. It's a bet. One favor for the win."
From Create Your Own Story
It takes the gray haired man barely two more turns to win the game. He smiles at you. "How about that," he says.
You laugh, putting your cue down. "You win."
The older man grins at you. "One favor."
You nod.
"Okay," he says, and checks his watch. "You can come with me to the Midtown Spa - we go there most Friday nights after work to soak and steam the workweek out, or you can come to my truck and let me give you a ride... home." He smiles.
The Italian shakes his head. "Lucky fucker," he says to the gray haired man, and walks away. You feel your face heat up. You've never been to the Midtown Spa before, but you've heard about it. It's supposed to be a bit sleazy.
You say...
