But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairwaysthose clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The moresensible among us brok... for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehardssquinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence. The rain wouldn’t go away. It didn’t look like it was ever going away.It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the world andall its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten. He had quite the smile. But my worry about obsessing andlusting over this stunning UCLA boyman actually lessened a bit.Maybe we could just be friends, like me and Michael. Dan did like his brew. His side of the frig was usually crammed witha six-pack or two, usually of Bud (he wasn't exactly a connoisseur).Since he was only 19, he must have had an older friend who kept himwell-stocked. Just about every day after getting home from schoolhe'd have a couple brews, and occasionally I'd have one. "Well, what do we have here? A little pervert?" I...I...I don't have anything..." She put her finger on my lips with a "Schhhhhhhh!" and fully pushed herself to me in the changing room.Since I am quite small, she was bigger than me despite her age. She took my hands and stroked them, then lifted them over my head and held them there with her left hand. Her right hand wandered slowly and gently down my left arm.The situation made me sweat a lot and so I had very wet armpits by now when her. She hurried along ignoring as best shecould the discomfort of the boots. And I wore them for him! She thought,with tears in her eyes. I wont forgive David to this! She vowed. Butsheknew she would. It was an empty threat.Then she saw HIM. The man of her nightmares. The dark man with the raversharp mustache above a cruel face. He smiled at her and it was like thesmile of a predatory bird. She gasped in fright and desperately lookedaround for her husband. He wasn't there. The dark man walked.