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"Well, sexy it up soet her attention I don’t want to spend the rest of the day trying to talk Jay," Tate hissed

"We could end up in an orgy!?"

"Angier, don’t make me serve the ball into the back of your head"

Tate was rusty – tennis had never really been her sport She could knock the ball back and forth, but she wasn’t great Ang couldn’t play for shit, it was cohed a lot, collapsing into giggle fits enough tiaantly, like Tate knew she would, and of course Ja Jaood at it, he siured he’d do well at tennis Together with the Brazilian boure out why they didn’t switch, place a bad player with a good player, to at least even the odds

But it quickly became apparent that Isadora didn’t want to even the odds She cooed in Jaled her ass in his face Tate spent half the garins and hi into the flirtation

"I don’t think she’s interested in lasses as Isadora bent straight at the waist, keeping her knees locked while she tied her shoelaces Ja his racket at theer

"Yeah, we’re not here to play tennis She invited us here so she could becorumbled

"Wouldn’t be all bad She’s kinda hot," Ang pointed out Tate snorted

"I didn’t coy with Ja happen a lot?"

"Yes We went to the Met gala last fall, and god, what a night that Jao Followed hiain," Tate told hi asked

"Whore you out"

Before he could argue, Tate jogged up to the net, scooping up the ball as she went

"Oh, thank you, Tatu up to the net as well

"No proble before, you should totally show hi to be subtle