STORY TELLING

As she frantically tried to free herself from the bramble and scramble out of the ditch she suddenly spotted ...

But she tripped over a bramble and found herself rolling into a ditch.

He made off into the woods and she followed expectantly hoping to find her ball.

It would seem he was pondering over the lady`s suggestion............surely he could not be lost for words?

With an expansive gesture he grabbed her rescue wood and bashed her ball into the woods.

"I'm very good with my hands" he said "and can easily knock up whatever you fancy".

"My place if you would care to make do and mend a little,as I left my home in a hurry" she said

"Really?", she said, "You look more like a breast man to me, but never mind, we could go to..."

And nice little thigh to nibble on

"Mmm, I like my chickens well seasoned!", he replied with a smirk.

"How about we go for a Kentucky Fried Chicken, then"? She suggested, winking...

And in the same husky tone he replied" Nice to hear because I too like a nice plump piece of chicken!"

I'm a bit of a game bird

I wish they were...

"Are those my balls you're holding?" She looked at the little dimpled white balls in her hand and said......

Her blue eyes widened in surprise, as he came forward and said, in a husky voice...

Perhaps this darkened shadow was an admirer or could he be up to some mischief?

startled her.

She wasn't expecting to see anyone step out of the shadows and so the man that suddenly appeared....

sight!

the ball she had just teed off had landed square on the green just out of her site.