..I don’t want them thinking I’m a slut. That skirt is really short…I won’t be able to sit or bend over.”“They’ll just think I have a se...xy wife.”“Their wives will not be happy…they’re my friends too.”“I’m going to tell the guys I have a secret treat for them. What happens in the poker group stays in the group.”As I thought about it, I was intrigued. Tom was proud of me and he wanted me to do it, and the thought made me hot. So, on poker night I dressed as he suggested. When I showed Tom before. The announcer called Natalie's foursome to the first tee just as she was walking from the practice green. She'd been a bit frustrated with the experience so far; while her woods and irons seemed to be okay, Natalie knew her balance was off, and that was hampering her putting stroke. This was probably not going to be one of her better days on the course.Three older women were seated on a bench, waiting for their turn. Natalie walked up, knowing that these three were her golfing partners for the. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, were horribly jostled by the swift trotting of the elephant, spurred on as he was by the skilful Parsee; but they endured the discomfort with true British phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of each other.As for Passepartout, who was mounted on the beast's back, and received the direct force of each concussion as he trod along, he was very careful, in accordance with. 'They' must have been bored; from the little I knew, two Tarqas were overkill for this job! We must be really special to someone.I watched carefully as she glided smoothly towards me. The guards never even knew she was there as she passed each one. I looked closely at her face as she slipped towards me. She was pretty. She reminded me of someone I knew. She was smiling, almost laughing as she approached me. It was obvious she was having a good time, and was looking forward to an even better.