"You're no old man," Chris blurted as she touched his forearm in reassurance.

"You are as kind as you are beautiful," he said smiling warmly and patting her hand. "What kind of work do you do, Miss Diamond?"

"It's Chris and I'm an ICU nursing supervisor," she answered striving mightily to keep her voice steady.

"Ah an angel of mercy – you do look the part."

Chris blushed and looked away. She saw that Marilyn and Billy were almost nuzzling each other as their whispered conversation became animated. Marilyn's face was rosy with excitement and her large delicate hands were moving over the table cloth in a highly suggestive way.

Marilyn suddenly stood up and smoothing her skirt with a brisk gesture said, "Why don't we all drive up to my place. We can talk, dance and guzzle some more champers without disgracing ourselves."

Fred stood and said, "OK Chris and I will follow your red bomb Marilyn – is that alright with you Chris?"

"Absolutely," Chris said her excitement mounting by the second.

Fred, ail six feet two of him, strode out of the dining room with Chris running to keep up. He led her through the pro shop into a small parking lot where his BMW was parked.

"We have to hurry because the way Marilyn drives we can lose her in a jiffy," he said laughingly as he assisted Chris into the plush leather passenger's seat.

The drive to Marilyn's home in the hills of Calabasas seemed to take forever. Chris tried not to be too obvious in her taking of physical inventory of her companion. He was tall, and had a ruggedly handsome face that was sun bronzed. His salt and pepper hair was cut short. Her eyes drifted from his narrow waist down to his crotch where she saw a definite bulge that started the whole cycle of her arousal again.

It was dark as they pulled into the long sweeping driveway of Marilyn's opulent home.