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    Opposites – (Chapter: 25)

    Story written on June 28, 2009 by sexydreamer7.
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    Spashley


     

    Spencer sat on the bed to watch the women’s singles championship. The television commentary barely penetrated as she judged and dissected each stroke and volley for herself. She couldn’t go to the stadium, but nothing would prevent her from watching Ashley compete. On the close-ups, she studied her face carefully. Yes, some strain showed, she noted, but her concentration was complete. Her energy was as volatile as ever, perhaps more so. For that she could be grateful. Each time they replayed a shot in slow motion, Spencer could fully appreciate the beauty of her form. Muscles rippled as she stretched; feet left the turf in a leap for more power. She was a raw athlete with anger simmering just under the discipline.

     

    The graphite racket was no more than an extension of the arm that was whipping the ball harder and harder. As always, her hair flew around the sweatband, dramatic and unruly. Her eyes were dark with a rage barely contained. Was it the game that drove her? she wondered. The insatiable thirst to win? Or were there other emotions pushing her this time? If there were, it was easy to see that they added to the impetus. She was an explosion heating up, a storm rumbling just overhead. Spencer knew her well enough to recognize that her control balanced on a very thin edge, but it made her game all the more exciting. Her topspin drove to Maria Sharapova’s backhand and was returned, power for power. A slice, a lob, an overhead.

     

    Turned the wrong way, Maria pivoted, sprinted, but had no chance to return. The call was late, judging Ashley’s ball long. Her head whipped around to the judge, her eyes deadly. Spencer shuddered when the camera zoomed in so that the undisguised fury seemed aimed directly at her. For a moment they seemed to stare into each other’s eyes. Disgust warred with temper before she turned to resume her receiving stance. Crouched like a cat, her eyes intense, she waited. Spencer let out an unsteady breath.

     

    Ashley was judging the bounce with uncanny accuracy. If it threatened to die, she was under it. When it chose to soar, she got behind it. With unrelenting challenge she charged the net. She baited Sharapova, dared her, and, time after time, outwitted her. Ashley’s game was all aggression and power— Davies at her best, Spencer thought with undiminished pride. Ashley could demoralize even a seasoned pro like Sharapova with a lightning-fast return that lifted chalk from the service line. With each swing she could hear the grunt of exertion and the swish of air. How she wanted to be there.

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    1. I would have slapped the shit out of Paula! How dare Paula believe that bastard, Eric?! And completely abandoned her child. Eric desearves to be castrated.

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