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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 12

The next day, Lynn and Brendan found Ann and Gerry curled up on the couch watching TV. “So what are we doing today?” Brendan asked.

“Well,” Ann started with a smile, “we are going to the Children’s Museum.”

“Are you serious?” Gerry asked, looking disappointed.

“Yes, now shut up and let me finish,” Ann snapped back. “After the museum, we are going bowling.”

“I don’t know how to bowl,” Gerry said.

“I figured, but don’t worry, babe, I will teach you,” Ann said as she got up and kissed him on the cheek. “So get up and get dressed. There is so much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.”

“Isn’t that from a movie?” Brendan asked.

“Yes you idiot,” Lynn laughed, “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”

“Oh yeah.”

When everyone was dressed, they piled into the hummer, Ann behind the wheel. “Hey Lynn,” she asked, “why does it smell like sex in here?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Lynn replied with a scared and concerned look on her face. “I think you are imagining things.”

“Maybe I am.”

“No,” Gerry said, “I don’t think you are, I smell it too.” Gerry received a smack on the head from Lynn, and realized what had happened the night before and he high-fived Brendan who was in the back seat.

“Brendan,” Lynn as she smacked him in the back of the head, “stop being such a guy.”

When they got to the Children’s Museum, Gerry and Brendan were automatically struck by the beauty of the Water Clock, being made of glass and neon lights, hanging almost three stories in the air.

When the four of them walked into the Dinosaur exhibit, it was obvious that Ann and Gerry had found something else they had in common. Lynn had to just smile at how adorable there faces were as they walked around. She knew that Ann had really like Dinosaurs as a child and still did, but it was a surprise to her that Gerry was still into them at his age.

She looked over at Brendan, who looked as though he wanted to kill himself because of all the boredom. “I know exactly how you feel,” Lynn said quietly in his ear.

“Are they going to be like this the whole time?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Why does it look like you two aren’t having any fun?” Ann asked when she saw the looks on Lynn and Brendan’s faces.

“Because we aren’t,” Lynn said.

“Well where do you guys want to go?”

“The science room.”

“I was going to say that,” Brendan said with a smile.

“Alright,” Ann said linking arms with Gerry, “off we go.”

Once in the science room, it was obvious that Lynn and Brendan were enjoying themselves. Brendan was getting a little to into everything when he considered fighting with a five-year-old for his shovel. As Lynn was talking him out of smacking the kid, a woman walked up to Ann and asked, “So where are your kids?”

“Actually this one is mine, and he is hers,” Ann said pointing to Gerry and Brendan respectively. The woman gave a confused smile and walked away. “Well boys, we should get going, we have shit to do.”

“That was the most fun I have ever had,” Gerry said enthusiastically as they walked back to the car.

“See I said you would like it, you big baby,” Ann said, smacking him on the ass.

“Are we going out to dinner tonight?”

“Yep, with my parents, grandparents, and brother and sister-in-law.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nice I guess.”

“How nice?”

“How nice do you want it?”

“Five star nice.”

“Okay, The Glass Chimney it is.”

They pulled up to the bowling ally, and Gerry was instantly confused. When they were getting their shoes, he asked, “Why do I need shoes? I am already wearing shoes.”

“You just do,” Ann replied. She and Lynn had a good laugh when Brendan had to explain how to pick out a ball/ Then it was time to play. “Now, Lynn Brendan, go easy on Gerry, he is new at this. Ger, I will go first, so just watch me. You hold the ball like this. Pay attention damn it. Pick an arrow on the lane and look right at it. As you walk up to the line, bring the ball back and as it passes you leg, release it underhanded. Stop staring at my ass and PAY ATTNETION! When you release the ball, let your arm follow through and also your hand should be in a shaking hands position.”

Then Ann demonstrated. “Is this what you yanks do for fun?” Gerry asked. When Ann finished, she turned and glared at him.

“I am going to pretend that a) you said the yank word and b) that you were making fun of bowling.”

“Sorry,” Gerry said, a bit scared.

“Your turn,” Ann said with a smile.

As Gerry took his ball and got ready to bowl, he looked a little confused. “I still don’t think I understand,” he said. “Ann could you show me again?”

“Of course,” she replied as she walked up behind him. “Hold the ball in front of you and put your other hand on the side like this.” She placed her hands on his and as she guided his hands to the right place, she rubbed her body against his, sending shivers through him. “Stand up straight.” Ann placed one hand on his stomach and with the other, she pulled his hand with and the ball back. “Release here. You got it?”

“I think so.”

As she turned to walk away, she “accidentally” grabbed his crotch. “Oops, I hope that didn’t mess up your concentration,” Ann said as his eyes budged a bit.

Even if Ann hadn’t done that, Gerry wouldn’t have been any good at bowling. The scores for the first game were: Ann, 95; Lynn, 100; Brendan, 85; and Gerry, 40. “Hey,” Gerry said after being teased about his score, “at least I hit pins.”

“Awe muffin,” Ann said. “Are you feeling bad because you have to add to the ‘Things I suck at’ list?”

“No, and be nice it was my first time.”

“That’s right,” Brendan said, patting Gerry on the back. “Give the kid a break.”

“Speaking of breaks,” Lynn said, “Brendan, you don’t have to let me win.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, Brendan you did,” Ann chimed in. “I could tell that you were purposely throwing yourself off.”

“Alright I was. But if Lynn doesn’t want me to anymore, I won't.”

“Oh really tough guy,” Lynn said as she jokingly poked Brendan’s chest. “You actually think you can beat me?”

“As a matter of fact I do,” he snapped back getting up in her face. “Bring it on!”

“Oh it has already be brought.”

“Will you just shut up and bowl,” Ann said when Gerry was finished with his frame.

The first ball bowled by Lynn set the tone for the competition between her and Brendan. It was a perfect strike. When Brendan was getting ready to bowl, Lynn turned to Ann and said, “Watch this.” As he was about you release the ball, Lynn blurted out, “Oops, my shirt fell completely off and I am not wearing a bra!” this totally threw Brendan off and his ball ended up in the gutter.

“Hey,” Brendan said as he turned around, “no talking.”

“This isn’t golf,” Lynn laughed, “there aren’t volume rules. I can talk if I damn will please.”

It was obvious to both Ann and Gerry that they were going to get their asses kicked, so they really weren’t trying. With little persuasion, Lynn convinced Ann to help her fuck with Brendan’s game. The next time it was Brendan’s turn, right before he was going to release the ball, Ann yelled, “Lynn, how many time do I have to tell you to keep your tongue out of my mouth?” Again, Brendan threw a gutter ball. Even Gerry was a little distracted by Ann’s comment.

“Will you two stop that?” Brendan said as he turned around.

“We are just talking,” Ann said before bursting out laughing because of the face that Brendan was making.

“Well it is throwing off my game.”

“I can't really see a difference. You sucked before,” Lynn said between hysterical fits of laughter. Again, they left Brendan alone for a bit.

When Brendan was walking back to sit down after his second uninterrupted frame, he noticed that Ann was whispering to Lynn and Lynn was smirking. “So what is so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Lynn replied, trying to hide her laughter, “absolutely nothing.”

As he listened to Ann and Lynn cackle in an evil way, Brendan though, ‘What are they doing?’

When he got up to take his next turn, Ann turned to Gerry. “Could you get my purse? Its on the other side of Lynn.” He gave her a lazy look. “Don’t give me that shit; get off your ass and get it, please,” she said as she batted her eyes.

As Gerry was walking over to get her purse, Brendan was getting ready to bowl. “Gerry,” Lynn said, “bend down here; you have a fuzz in your hair.” He leaned down to the point where his nose was almost in her cleavage. Lynn reached up to get the fuzz, and before he knew it, she had grabbed Gerry's hands and held them to her boobs as she yelled, “Oh Gerry, I love it when you touch me like that.”

This caused Brendan to throw his ball in the adjacent lane. When he turned around, he saw Gerry's hands on Lynn and you could see the rage brimming inside him, as well as the steam coming out of his ears. “What the FUCK are you doing with your hands on my girlfriend?” he said through clinched teeth.

“I didn’t do it,” Gerry said, quickly removing his hands from Lynn. “She put them there.”

“Likely story, asshole,” Brendan said as he walked slowly towards Gerry.

“Brendan,” Lynn said, standing to protect Gerry, “it is a joke. I put his hands there. Calm down and take a deep breathe.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Talk to Ann, it was her idea.”

“Alright, Ann why?”

“For the same reason that Lynn said her shirt fell off and that I told her to keep her tongue out of my mouth, to throw off you game. Yes, what we did might be considered cheating, but you have to admit it was kinda funny.”

“Cheaters, you are all cheaters!”

“So you aren’t going to kill me?” Gerry asked still hiding behind Lynn.

“Not today,” Brendan said with an evil grin. Lynn, obviously, ended up winning that game. After the last stunt that she and Ann pulled, Brendan really had no chance.

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