“Fuckin’ Ian,” I breathed, shaking my head. Then in my best deep-voice imitation, “Better safe than sorry.” “What is that? Indian?” Meli...sa taunted. “Shut up!” I laughed back. We chatted a few minutes more before the usual exchange of I-love-yous, then I hung up and dropped my phone into one of the cup holders in the centre console, and headed in after Katie. A quick scan around the interior of the vast shed saw neatly stacked boxes stamped with the vineyard’s logo, and eventually row after row. Madeline Jensen, she pondered on that short failed marriage, was it her fault she lost the baby, was it her fault she couldn't have children now, was it her fault he wanted them and ended her happiness, was it?She took a deep, full of pride breath as she remembered getting back in to work, burying herself in it, moving in to her favourite field of company stocks and shares, buying and selling controlling other peoples money and making it work, collecting the bonus, the whole scenario made her. I was surprised the rest of the horn dogs didn't break out into applause when Ms. Clark approached but as she got closer to me I had to admit she was beautiful and her tits were absolutely tremendous in her sweater.I handed over her ball, tee and driver and introduced myself."That's very nice, Tom," she said and I detected a southern drawl. "Aren't you cute," she continued.I sprinted down the first fairway and awaited their tee shots. The old man duffed his and I could hear him swear. As I. Robin was a widow, her husband, Brad, was killed by a drunk driver three years ago. She told me six months ago she decided to take some time for herself and go wherever the wind blew her. The Corvette had been her husband's pride and joy. Robin thought he would like the fact that the car was making the trips that they had planned to take together.I was mesmerized by her and hung on her every word. You see, I didn't know what to make of or how to handle a woman like Robin. I could hold my own.