KEPT OUR PANTIES ON

I met Jesse at a mutual friend’s summer garden party. Moira was by some margin the poshest person I knew. As rich as god from family inheritances, she was married to a successful lawyer and was by some

margin the social queen of the area where I lived.

The party was arranged to coincide with the last day of the British Open golf tournament; Moira and most of her friends were naturally big into golf and stalwarts of the local club.

It was a lovely warm, July Sunday so most of them were dressed casually in shorts or thin, flowing skirts – the men looked good...