You were out playing golf on Daisy’s lawn while she sipped her drink and watched. She had given baby Pammy to the nanny so it was just you two now.

She furrowed her brows as she sent light insults towards your way, judging how you were doing.

You let out a sigh and turned to her, holding the golf club out for her to grab. “Want to show me how it’s done?” You asked.

“I’m a married woman, what if someone were to see?” She teased sarcastically, tilting her head.