"Yes -- you can -- but it doesn't mean you always will... And it's not a 'rinky-dink' course. The LPGA wouldn't hold final qualifying rounds on a rink...-dink course." OK, OK, it's Augusta National -- almost... But I can do better than par, here." You can, and you will. But maybe not all four days. That's what I'm saying." Yeah, yeah, I get it that you're in your 'Will The Cheerleader' mode. You're keeping me from getting too high -- from setting up expectations for myself that might be crushed. Taking Mary's advice and using the balls of myfingers made progress easier and eventually I had folded my slacks,blouse, undies and stockings on the chair. I slipped my sandals back on,as the floor was cold.Standing there with nothing on above my panties, I felt somehowvulnerable, and felt the need to cover my breasts. Breasts, since whendid I have breasts, surely I meant chest? I put the flimsy garment thatAgnes had called a peignoir on, and felt less embarrassed. What washappening to me?I. Secretly he prayed that she was not a typical woman and always arriving late. He knew he had only 30 minutes between her arriving and them having to be on the train to Cairngorms.As he sipped his drink, the door opened and in stepped a young blonde lady, carrying a suitcase. She paused as she entered and glanced around the bar before smiling in his direction. He almost got up to go meet her when a man further back did exactly that and the couple embraced, before leaving together. Inwardly. It looked really good. There were several groups of people milling around, some of which looked like they could play some serious volleyball. Matt was a little glad that they had picked the middle division rather than the top one. They all played relatively well, but the top level teams were almost all college players. Fun to get better against, but they all knew that they wouldn’t be able to keep up with some of those players. As they were looking at the tournament board, Matt turned to look.