Losing
Cross-my-heart. Karen/Frankie. Losing.
“I’m not fond of losing…”
Karen Hardy hated losing any type of game or contest. She had taken another bet before she had been found to be losing her last bet.
Frankie Poultney loathed losing but had agreed to take a second chance after losing her last challenge. She was glad to see she had been paired with another woman.
When the two met they spent a while talking about not losing. They had agreed that they didn’t like losing.
“I’m not fond of losing…”
Karen’s admittance of a need to win had made Frankie laugh.
“Wow… we have a match here.”
“Got it.”
“So let’s go win.”
“I’m not fond of losing…”
Karen Hardy hated losing any type of game or contest. She had taken another bet before she had been found to be losing her last bet.
Frankie Poultney loathed losing but had agreed to take a second chance after losing her last challenge. She was glad to see she had been paired with another woman.
When the two met they spent a while talking about not losing. They had agreed that they didn’t like losing.
“I’m not fond of losing…”
Karen’s admittance of a need to win had made Frankie laugh.
“Wow… we have a match here.”
“Got it.”
“So let’s go win.”