I'd spent enough time admiring my freshly painted nails with their'raisin frost' coloring (whatever the hell that was.)They had done their duty well e...nough as displacement activity.But I had much more pressing considerations to mull on.Besides my hands weren't going to be subjected to much scrutiny, andwould hold up even if they were.As for the rest of me I wasn't so sure.By and large I passed.Occasionally I would wonder if I was getting the 'is she or isn't she?'stares. Eventually you learn to. 'We've got a new course to try out, don't we?''That's true, ' Bud said. 'Golf is purported to be a calming endeavor.''That's right, ' I laughed. "Too bad you missed our earlier outing Bud." Yeah, you missed a few things," Harley added. The two of us snickered where Bud couldn't hear us.'Wear the suit, or take it with you, ' Bud suggested."Why?" I said out loud, surprised at the suggestion.'You can check in with Net to see if there's anything new on your surveillance.'"Nah, I'm not that. Especially a certain guy named Jan, also from the dancing school, was continually circling around her. He wanted her too, that was clear. Sometimes I even wondered if he had already acquired the place in her life (in her arms and her cunt, I mean) that I wanted.This time, I had gone to her place just to take a chance. I had greeted her with my usual sigh, “Oh Ingrid, how beautiful you are today!” She had thanked me, blushing heavily, and I enjoyed the ticking sound of her high heels on the. With a quick flash, I looked directly at him, but my gaze didnt return to the front of the room like I had planned. My eyes were glued to his, like his stare had its own orbit. I was right, his eyes were dark. Jet black, almost. His hair was shaggy and blond, and threatened to cover his alluring eyes. On his face, he wore a sly grin. As we looked at each other, his eyes lowered for a fraction of a second, his gaze locking onto my chest. Looking back up, as if I didnt notice, his grin grew.