He whispered, “Good girl,” into my ear on the faintest breeze, made a shiver run down my spine, and electricity run straight from my ear to my pus...y. It was undeniable.My hips rocked, my back arched, and I moaned as, “Oh, God!” escaped my lips. I knew my desperation was evident to him. Why was he doing this to me?He was still planting kisses across the back of my neck. Or no, was he touching my leg, my upper thigh? It was so soft it was hardly discernable. Then his lips on my shoulder, but this. It could last a week or several months. Until Alec was ready to accept help, it would be almost impossible to start the healing process. Dave thanked her and they agreed to monitor Alec's progress very closely.The following week was filled with practice and studies. The women's team left on Thursday for Gainesville, Florida and both Dave and Darcy wished them luck. The men's team held a qualifier for their next tournament on Friday and Coach Dawes selected the same five golfers. Alec was still. He groaned quietly, putting one thick finger in between my lips and finding the moisture he was hoping would be there. ‘Have you been thinking about this?’ He asked, deftly spreading my moisture around and over my slit. ‘Welllllll,’ I acquiesce, ‘maybe a little.’ ‘Did you think about . . . . . this?’ His now wet finger left my trembling lips to find the bud of my anus, caressing it lightly. ‘Oh, my, I’ve been thinking about THAT for a long time,’ I admit. His finger went back to my wetness,. Due to the time of day and not because it was pretty rank. I guess when you are drinking, you don't notice little things like, "Whatever have I stepped in?" and "Excuse me, sir, but that was my shoe you just sicked up on." Still, I liked this place, and people that know me always find me easily."Care for something to drink?" The barkeep was unusually friendly today, perhaps due to his lack of patronage, "Oh no, not you again! What is it this time, drunk or hero?" Just bring me my Ledger," I.