"Ann continued to hit balls and Dave went back to work on his two iron. He was hitting it about two hundred and thirty yards with a low arcing draw. T...e instructor he had last fall had told him that, with his length off the tee, he would be able to reach a lot of par fives in two strokes. He had further explained that Dave's long powerful swing meant he could use his two, three and four irons where most players used three and five woods; giving him more accuracy and consistency. The instructor. ?”We cut to inside the house – a neat and tidy home, with everything in its place.Our aging, chunky guest has removed her coat and is in the process of hanging it on a hook in the hallway. She’s wearing a conservative dress, belted at the waist to try and make her look a little thinner (it’s not working – she’s not obese, but she’s a big girl). Stairs lead away to the upper level behind her. She looks right into the camera, still struggling to suppress her smile.“I’m Patrice Heslop ... I’m 48. So, Jared had learned to wait for Stacy to get in the mood herself. One thing he had yet to figure out was what exactly it was that would get her started. Many a week, a couple days would go by without a single saucy look or wiggle from his wife. Then some random day would roll around and without any explanation, Stacy would come home from work hotter than a firecracker. On such nights, dinner would often be completely forgotten as she screwed his brains out in every room in the house. Jared's. Then you help me get over the tragic death of my husband and we live happily ever after." she stopped talking for a moment."Maybe I was wrong about you," she said. "Maybe you're not the guy I thought you were. You told me that over there in Afghanistan you killed people all of the time for nothing other than because you were ordered to. I guess I thought that the idea of you and I settling down and being happy together was a much better reason. Maybe, you really don't want to be with me after.