She wet her lips, smiled at me, and looked me in the eyes, matching my gaze.“Well, are we going?” she asked expectantly, eagerly almost.“Uh, y-y...s, uh we are,” I stuttered, trying to regain my composure. Going with my gut, I held out my hand, she took it, and together we walked to my jeep. The ride to the mountains was uneventful. It was a hot, humid day out, not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant blueness of the atmosphere almost blinding at times. She continued to hold my. I've been thinking about how perverted I've become." She gave me a teasing look. "How perverted you've made me. And, I let you!" I kissed her."You were all set to be a private little, sexy... dream showgirl, if a guy had the luck to be invited into your theatre... and get a box seat, so to speak." That's what you call it? Well, that's something you've really got! Thinking about doing it with him... with you watching... has kept my pussy buzzing all week." Been playing a lot?" Hmmm... Yes.... The Set Up One particular night, Cindy and I were flying high, loving life, and dressedto slay. We went hunting at Cowboys, Elan, and then, finally up at Judge'sNight Club. Judges' was "our" place. The name was very appropriateas we felt very comfortable there being judges of the male species. As we observedthe pickings, we determined the following: • Wimpy, slobbering, grabby men were the biggest turnoffs • Men who were still there at closing time were desperate leftovers I was all. ’ There were cries of ‘Oh God no, not men’ and ‘No way am I playing off the men’s tees.’ ‘Shut up! God I thought you were sportsmen and here you are like a bunch of housewives at the supermarket complaining because the supply of chicken has run out. Shame on you. These guys will cream you, and I want that to happen. On Thursday you will be up against women, some of who could beat these guys playing off the men’s tees. I want you to learn just how tough it is to take a trophy and I know some of.