"If I go your route, it'll be a birdie," she said. "A stroke is a stroke. If I'm up 11 or down 11 at that point, it'll be worth it."Sophie said she'd ...se it if she had moved into contention, but if Catalina was in front, she'd leave the shot for her."If I use it, she probably won't be able to," Sophie said, but I told her to not to think too far ahead.Jenny Phipps was in the group between Catalina and Sophie and I knew she might head off to the 8th fairway, too, if she needed to.Sophie was. She quickly agreed. Any moment alone with him would add to her fantasies later on that night. As she washed a wine glass in the sink, Mr. Carrick sidled up close to her side. He leaned over and gently smelled Layla’s hair. She froze. She felt her body stiffen with desire and her hands tighten around the wine glass. Having him that close to her was more than she could have wished for. Mr. Carrick said, ‘You smell amazing, Layla.’ Layla replied, ‘Thank you Mr. Carrick,’ very demurely like a. I didn't need to say a word. He looked with a pleasant smile on his lips down to me and gave me a gentle kiss. He laid down right beside me and I curled up in his arms and almost fell immediately into a deep recovering sleep.I woke up several hours later - not knowing what time or date it was and where I was. The other side of the bed was empty but still warm - James must have just gotten up. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was past 7 p.m. My stomach told me that I haven't ate. I was more than satisfied with what lay within. One by one,I unearthed and appraised the pieces of my costume. The undergarmentscame first. A pair of nylon stay-up stockings, designed to be pulled upto mid-thigh and trimmed with lace, met my approval. So did the high-cutpanties, white and innocent, trimmed with matching lace and marked with alittle light blue bow on the front. Next was a many-layered, frillycrinoline petticoat. This was designed to fit under the crowning garment,which came.