How sexy she looks. He cannot believe how much he would love to take her right now and make love to her.He gets up to meet her, and they hug. Her body...is so warm. Soft, yet firm. Her perfume is just as he remembers it – which means, divine. They kiss. Just a soft kiss. But enough to make both of their hearts skip a beat.He pulls out her chair, and she sits down. After he returns to his seat, they look over the menu, and the waiter takes their drink orders. They begin to make small talk. How was. In theend she left me with tears in her eyes, saying that I justdidn't know what I was looking for.As I tended to do when I was under stress and/or confused Iwent for a hike up in the hills above the town. Arapaville,the town I live in is a small town located in the foothillsof the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It is far away from the bigcity and that suited me just fine. When I needed to clearmy mind and think things through, a long walk through thehills tended to help me out.These hills were a. Why are you yelling so loud? What's going on out here?"MOLLY "Did your father abuse you last night? Did he have sex with you?"JESSICA "Yes. We had really wonderful sex ... but it wasn't abuse. I wanted it — He wanted me. It was consensual."MOLLY "You're only seventeen, Jessica! You aren't old enough to consent. At least not in this state! Stupid bitch!"ROBERT "Don't talk that way to my daughter?"MOLLY "Oh ... now she's 'your' daughter. She's not 'our' daughter anymore? Well, she'll be only 'my'. I watched Catherine carefully on the practice tee, looking for any sign of how she might play today. Her drives continued to be that perfect combination of medium height with a slight draw. Her long irons looked crisp and her short irons were her trademark height with a soft landing. She didn't have a backspin shot that she used regularly. She didn't feel confident with it I suppose.We didn't bother with the greens at this stage. The practice round would tell her what to expect and how to read.