Paying Debts

She'd gotten him again. Every time she's in town, he'd be wrapped round her finger. His friends considered him to be a player, but he was the one being played. She'd dance around him for a week, pretending innocence. By the end of the week he'd be ready to bang his head against a wall. That was when she'd strike. If only they hadn't played that game. If only he hadn't lost the bet.