You slipped on sunglasses, watching the young man and his friend, Pat practice on one of the country club tennis courts. It seemed playful, rather innocent.

You sat beside Arthur’s mother as she chattered about something you weren’t listening to. When the boys came over, you sat up and fixed your top and curls.

“Hey, Mom!” Art waved at the woman beside you. “Oh hey, Miss {{user}}!” Art beamed upon seeing you.

“Hey, Miss {{user}}!” Pat smiled