I dressed in a short fuchsia pink, cotton lace dress which had a large bow on the back. I slipped on some white sling back shoes with a low wooden he...el and filled my large white shoulder bag withy my make up. I packed a short lace bolero cardigan in case it got colder later. I tied my hair with white silk ribbons in two bunches. Felicity wore a heavily patterned, crossover short mini dress, with low heeled strappy sandals. We both donned our large shades and floppy straw hats, which was de. ‘Um, thank you Miss Jameson. You were always tough, but I learned the most from your class.’ Every once in a while I got a comment like that and it made my job even better. It would be a rare instance when I would allow myself to give a student a small, but sincere smile. However, my well-trained subtlety is not what escaped from my lips. ‘Oh my god, that’s so sweet! Thanks, hun! By the way, you look super cute today, I bet lots of boys will ask you out!’ What the hell? I was too stunned to try. He had been, as usual on most Friday nights, to the local pub to meet his mate, Alan. They had been friends since college, and despite them now being married they still meet up for a few drinks and a chat, which after a couple of pints usually became a little louder. Tonight though was different, very different indeed. He had just walked into the bar when his phone rang, it was Alan saying that his mum had fallen and he needed to go to the hospital. George sympathised and said he hoped it was. My first thought was we could do a lot better and have much more fun. That next day I asked him if he would be willing to get $100.00 from each guy at the next fight for some real entertainment. I told him I could get Tracy to come up and that she would be open to full use. I explained that she would arrive at 8pm the night of the fight and that all three holes would be available! He did not need anytime to think he was in.My next call was to Tracy. I explained the situation. Tracy said she.