Marcy struggled to keep up with Olivia in her tall heels and James ran after the women. Olivia led Marcy over to where her boyfriend was waiting.“He... baby, what do you have here?” He asked.“Hey babe, this is Marcy. Marcy, this is Tye.” Olivia said, pushing Marcy in front of her. Tye’s eyes hungrily devoured Marcy’s slender body as he stood up, towering above her.“Hey. This is my husband James.” Marcy stammered, nodding over her shoulder.“Sup.” Tye replied, not taking his eyes off Marcy.“We’re. " Relax." I said pulling up at the portico. We slipped from the car andI went around to the tailgate, opened it and reached in. Before I couldget hold of the makeup cases, a voice said, "Karen Williams, don't youdare."I spun to the speaker, "Kim...Hi." Kim is a very petite blond, finefeatured. Her hair always reminded me of Marilyn Monroe in style."Good morning darling. I have men for that." she winked. I embraced herand then introduced Laura and Danielle."You three look absolutely darling and. Unlike his friend Kevin, Jim was an athlete from the git go. He had played football almost all his life, becoming a star defensive end on his high school team. This got him the scholarship through which he was attending FSU. The one extracurricular activity that he shared with Kevin, other than bar hopping and girl chasing, was the History Club. Patrick Miller was an Orlando native, one of the rarities in that tourist town composed more and more of transplants. His hope was to. Adrian and Sarah were there, Misty and Cherry were happy to see me, and in a surprise move by Delta, Sandy sat on one side of me while Trish sat on the other. It was exciting to have all the people I knew back together again.After breakfast I told the girls that I was going over to see Fred Weathers, the golf coach, to talk to him. When I walked into his office, he was standing next to his receptionist desk talking with her.“Hey Chuck, just the guy I need to see. Do you have time to visit with.