Sheppy?” a young man asked, and Jason nodded. He wore no uniform, and Jason could only deduce the guy had been hired by some shy, star-struck fan. After hesitantly taking it, he watched the boy leave before tearing the box open, pulling out a pair of white, lacy female underwear and a pair of binoculars with a yellow note. Innocent? Watch me! He stared down in puzzlement at the binoculars then at Miss Disaster’s underwear, telling himself he would not smell them in front of his caddy. Then he thrust both into the outer pocket of his golf bag, zipped it shut and continued down the fairway and on to the next hole. Plugging in the tee, he found himself staring blindly down at the golf ball and wondering what in the hell the little monster was scheming now. He had absolutely no idea and it made him scowl down at the turf, take a lousy swing and miss. Mumbling a curse, he ignored his caddy’s telling cough and resumed his position again.
