Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Pool Hall

The Green Felt was a relic from another era. A pool hall where hustlers were made and fortunes were lost. My father Arthur learned to play here as a young man. Now he was teaching me. He stood behind me, adjusting my grip on the cue, his body pressing against mine. The angles he was teaching had nothing to do with billiards. By closing time, I had lost every round on purpose. But I won the only prize I wanted.