Let’s play pool, everybody!

I certainly would like to bump her point with a major choke, bank her in the corner and slip on the wrap, while she flips the stick out of her grip, and miscues. Then… and only then, with ball-in-hand on the five I’ll hook her behind the six for the nine ride.
And, uh… some other pool jargon whose meaning I have absolutely no fucking clue about turned into thinly veiled sexual innuendos.