"Later", he thought, "what about later". It was his bowling night and Grant would be waiting for him at the doubles league. Damn bowling! But they were close to the top, and he couldn't let Grant down. As soon as work was finished, he made for the bowling centre. He took his ball and shoes from the locker and made his way to lane 23. All other thoughts he put from his mind as he concentrated on his game. He was a good player, and held an average score of 192. His highest game had been 257. He was on form tonight, which was just as well as the opposing team were the league leaders. It was the last frame of the last game, and the points were about even. If Arnold could get a strike, they would win. He got up clumsily from the seat and the transmitter fell from his pocket. Grant picked it up. "What's this?" he asked. Arnold ignored him as he wanted to concentrate on his delivery.
Grant turned the dial to "10" and pressed the button just as Arnold made his delivery. Arnold just about exploded as every muscle he had seemed to go into spasm. He released the ball with such force that when it hit the pins, they seemed to erupt. The game was won. But Arnold could not concentrate because Grant still had his finger on the button. Gasping for air, he reached for the transmitter, which Grant held further and further away from his fingers. "Give it to me" Arnold hissed. Grant stopped pressing the button. "I don't know what this is, bit it seems to be fun" he said. "You can have it back when we get home" Arnold groaned. They always went back for a few beers at Grant's home, because Grant's wife would be out with the Women's Institute. Tonight he didn't want that. He wanted to get back to Jackie.