Maybe I’ll do the samething.”“That’ll be up to you.”Moments later Cathy noticed a tall, athletically trim boy, she figured in his late teens...or early twenties, approaching them. She smiled reading the name tag, ‘Andrew’ and the revealing bulge in his light grey coloured slacks.“Hello, again Mr. Hayward and who is your special guest tonight?” He asked noticing the beautiful blonde women in a very revealing dress.“Hi Andrew, this is my beautiful daughter, Cathy.”“Hi Andrew, nice to meet you,” she. Als nichts zu hören war wurde ich mutiger. Ich ging noch weiter runter. Bis auf die Etage unter unserer Wohnung. Vielleicht schaute jemand gerade durch den Spion. Ich weiß es nicht. Dann noch eine halbe Treppe tiefer. Nun stand ich zwischen Parterre und erstem Obergeschoss. Das war schon verrückt. Was wenn jemand aus dem ersten OG kommt? Oder noch schlimmer. Jemand kommt aus der Wohnungstür und eine weitere Person öffnet gerade die Haustür. Ich stände genau dazwischen. Nun war ich schon sehr. Can I help in any other way?”She looked me up and down for the first time. Lingering on my face; I hoped she liked the square jaw, blue eyes. Then she tossed her hair and swept her gaze downward, paused a moment when she saw the pipe extending down my trousers. Back to my face, smiling. “I think we should ride together. Play a few holes on the back of the course. Yes?”Fuck me, FUCK HER! As one, we both leapt into the electric cart, leaving our clubs behind, and roared off to the rear most part. He wanted to find out something about it before he even considered telling Sarah. Robert paid for the shoes and had to be helped into them. "There's a knack to it," Sarah told him, "you'll get the hang of it in a few days. In the meantime, I'll just have to give you a helping hand." She smiled at him again. Robert was convinced there was more than just friendship in it. Or maybe he was just hoping there was. They thanked the doctor and set off back to town. The shoes felt odd, but they did.