"She's like a teenager in heat. She's married and has a couple of kids. One of the women members got her interested in sex with the single girls. Now she eats it up – that's literal and no pun intended."

"I've run into this among some of the nurses I work with. They're straight – but…"

The dinner was excellent and Marilyn ordered a second bottle of champagne to accompany it. They were almost finished when Chris felt Marilyn's knee pressing against her thigh. She glanced quickly in the direction Marilyn had nodded her head and saw two tall, athletic appearing men moving toward their table.

"That's the assistant tennis pro and the golf pro – we may have hit the jackpot," Marilyn whispered in a careful aside.

They both continued to pick at the remaining morsels on their plate as a pleasantly accented baritone voice said, "Mizz Short, it's nice to see you this evening."

Marilyn looked up from her plate. "Why Billy Deacon it's a pleasure to see you. Would you and Mr. Welsh join Chris Diamond and me for champagne and dessert?"

Chris was greeted graciously by both men and was struck by their unstudied good looks.

"The fellow with the salt and pepper hair is really good looking. Is his name Welsh?" she pondered silently.

The man she was eying slyly was indeed Fred Welsh the golf pro. Whether he sensed her interest or just fortuitously decided to sit next to her Chris did not know. What she did know was that he was inordinately attractive. She felt her breasts start to swell, her nipples harden and the telltale moistness grow between her legs.

"Jesus, I'm so horny I could do it right here with him," she thought, smiling she hoped enigmatically as she turned to ask, "Did you have a good round of golf today?"

He turned his bronzed face toward her and said in a soft voice, "Two rounds of seventy-three, not too bad for an old man really."