“Phew,” said Terry as he walked off the 18^th hole.  It was a stunning 85 degrees in Los Angeles, and after a few hours of golf, Terry was soaked head to toe with sweat.  But for Terry, it was worth it.  Golf was Terry’s life, and he would play rain or shine. 

Terry, a senior in high school at the age of 18, usually played golf with his buddies from school. But today they were away, and Terry was just as happy to play alone.

Terry was hoping to get a scholarship to a University for his amazing talent at golf, but he had not once been scouted.  He was starting to get worried that he may never get a scholarship, and not be able to go to college at all.  All this was on Terry’s mind as he mindlessly set his clubs down outside of the clubhouse, said “Hi” to a surprisingly beautiful young woman as she walked by him, and went inside the locker room.               

As Terry started stripping off his soaked slacks and polo shirt, he heard voices coming from the other end of the room.  Terry thought that he heard a guy and a girl talking, but he didn’t want to get too involved with the eavesdropping.  However, Terry’s interest was peaked when he heard his name being thrown around once or twice.  Terry peaked around the corner of his set of lockers to see two gorgeous young women, a red head and a blonde, conversing, in the guys’ locker room!  They were both in bras and panties, and Terry’s jaw dropped down to his knees.  Terry started to feel that familiar tingling sensation in his crotch reason that he had just started feeling recently, when all of a sudden his attention was taken away from his own self.               

He heard the blonde with the perky tits, looked about the age of 27 and had a C cup Terry would have guessed, telling the red-head about what a fabulous golfer Terry was.  The red-head was short and had frizzy curls on her head.  She had disproportionately large breasts, as far as Terry knew, because they seemed as though they were beyond the red-head’s control.  They were barely kept together with the woman’s black lace bra, which was two sizes too small.  As it turned out, the red-head was the scout for the Stanford golf team, or at least Terry presumed that when he saw her Stanford shirt lying on the floor next to her clipboard with the names of golfers on it.               

Lost in his own thoughts, Terry didn’t realize that he was in plain view for the girls to see him if they just turned their heads until it was too late.  The blonde looked over in Terry’s direction and said, in an astonished tone, “Terry?!  Well speak of the devil Sandra.  Here’s the boy I was talking to you about!” 

“My is he a cutie!” said Sandra, the red-head. “I wonder if he’s as good as golf as you say.  There really aren’t enough cuties on the golf team at Stanford.”               

Stacy, the blonde, was thinking about something else.  She asked Terry, “Young man, what in god’s name are you doing in the girls locker room!?”  The girls’ locker room! thought Terry.  Oh god, what have I done?

“Get outta here, this instant!” shouted Stacy.       

“Now hold on a second, Stacy,” said Sandra.  “I think that this could be a good time for me to get to know Terry a little better, if you know what I mean.”               

“Well,” said Stacy, “Alright, but you have