Barbara and Jack were quite tough opposition, much more in tune with each other than Jack and James; the first three games went with serve, Barbara being the fourth to serve. I was receiving first and as Barbara tossed the ball high and stretched to hit the serve I caught a distinct flash not of knickers but of Barbara's pubic hair, darker than the hair on her head and quite bushy. Her first serve went past me as I fluffed my shot. Martha looked back at me quizzically. Get a grip I said to myself, but could not help but focus on Barbara's crotch as she served to Martha. Martha hit her return into the net; Time for a team talk. As we changed position Martha came up to me;
"She isn't wearing her knickers, is she?" Martha whispered "Don't let her put you off!" Martha smiled at me, and giggle
