.. Ferenc wasn't the brightest man around." They had often joked between themselves that neither one of their husbands could win a battle of wits with... a tree stump."Yes, but what happened, Bala?" Ilona asked."Like I said, he was pouring good money after bad and it finally caught up with him," she shrugged. "He began borrowing money to pay off the loans he'd lost ... Well, like I said it finally caught up with him." So why isn't he out here instead of you?" she asked. In most cases the party. I was playing golf at the course at Pacific Grove. Their fourth hole was 259 yards from the white tees. I could hit the ball pretty good but I was inconsistent as hell. I’d never come within thirty yards of the green even with the wind. This time I was hitting into a light breeze but somehow everything went just right and I really hammered one. It hit right at the edge of the green, took one bounce and hit the blonde leaning over sighting her putt in exactly the right place for her to get to. Rebecca was still sound asleep as I zipped her skirt back up. I went to make the cups of coffee and when I returned, I gently shook her awake, "Rebecca, coffee's ready."She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the lights of the office, "Ah, thanks Mr. Winters. I must've dozed off, I'm sorry. Must've had a few to drink too. You wouldn't happen to have anything for a headache would you?"I thought for a moment, then nodded, "Sure, we always keep some in the break room. Here, drink some of this and. One of the women, Paula I think, said "My bloke isn't worth dressing up for", she was answered by one of her friends with a question "Isn't it worth dressing up for yourself?"This interesting conversation rattled on for quite a while until, as it was petering out with no conclusion I asked, "So, can you still dress sexily?"I looked around the table, studying the effect of my question on the group, Jenny was the first to respond, nodding an affirmative yes.Then Jayne said "Of course."Paula.