"You're a lovely, desirable woman, Sally, and I want you. I want to make love to you," he rasped out, his breath starting to come in low spurts now.

"Good God! We're both married. How could you even think…?"

"Listen," Eddie cut in, "you just said that David wasn't giving you enough in the sack…"

"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to start hopping in bed with every…" The words came tumbling out of her, as she struggled to find reasons to stop his advances toward her.

"We could be discreet. No one would ever know," he said.

"You make it sound like going to the supermarket," she said. "I couldn't get involved in something like that. Besides, there are other people to think about."

Overwhelmingly, the burden of his sex was bearing down on him. He felt his prick straining at the confines of his shorts. It was standing up, painfully, throbbingly, alert. Christ! How this woman had aroused him. He wanted her, but he knew that it was impossible. It was broad daylight and time for his one o'clock group. He was supposed to be instructing now. Of course, he rationalized, one of the assistant pros could get the people out on the courts and get the video equipment set up so that would give him an extra couple of minutes.

Silently, they rode along for a few moments, then Eddie, again, reached out his hand to her thigh. She shifted in the bucket seat, and almost imperceptibly her legs spread for his hand as it gained the inside of her thigh and moved upward along the warm flesh to the heat of her crotch.

Quickly, he made his decision. She was ready!

"You're dying for it, aren't you?" he said, making his question a statement of fact.

"No. You're wrong. I can't do it. It wouldn't be right."