Doug Flynn trotted toward the tennis net with his hand extended. "Thanks, Bill," he said. "That was quite a workout."

Bill Warner, the club pro, laughed. "Yeah, it was. I was lucky enough to win again."

"Nah," Doug said. "You keep it close to amuse me."

"Let's get a beer," Bill said. "I may have some other ways to amuse you."

Doug and Bill toweled off, walked into the tennis clubhouse, grabbed two beers and headed back outside. "Let's go to court three," Bill said. "That's where your amusement will be."

Doug and Bill sat off to the side of the tennis court where a tall striking blonde was hitting with the female pro, the chubby forty-year-old Dorothy Snitkins. Doug sipped his beer and said, "I assume the amusement of which you spoke is the blonde."

"Yep," Bill said. "Honey Weintraub."

Doug laughed. "Honey. Is that really her name?"

"It is," Bill said.

"That was a tad presumptuous on her parents' part, don't you think?"

"Perhaps. But you can't argue with the fact that she is, in fact, a honey. And, based on her gene pool, it wasn't presumptuous at all."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning her mother is a super-hot forty something who I have had the pleasure of pleasuring. Or maybe it was the other way around. Incredible tits and ass and a libido that doesn't quit. As you can tell, Honey inherited the tits and ass genes."

"So I see. Is Weintraub Honey's married name?"

"It is."

"But she is part of the tribe, right?"

"She is."

"Good. I love Jewish women, especially single and married ones."

"And why is that?"

"Because they're the chosen people and someone like Honey is chosen for a reason."

"But I thought you loved Asian women," Bill said. "How is Wendy, by the way?"

"I love her," Doug mumbled. "You know that. But the moment I bring up making our relationship permanent, she changes the subject. She says she wants her freedom, which, to me, means she wants to screw around guilt free when she travels—and she travels a lot."

"The same applies to you, I guess, the screwing around, I mean."

"Yes, but... let's change the subject." Doug sighed. "Now, if I could find a Jewish-Asian woman I'd be in Heaven. If this Honey also inherited her mother's libido..."

"Ah," Bill said. "I can't help you with that. You see, as much as I'd like to, I can't, given my job, investigate that possibility. You, on the other hand..."

"Tell me about the husband."

"Myron Weintraub. Rich lawyer. Good looking guy but feels the need to drive a Ferrari."

"Jesus. Talk about compensating."

"Seriously. Could be that Honey is a bit much for him."

"Could be, and if that's the case, it would be good news for me. The... um... rich part might be an issue."

"Perhaps, but Honey takes her tennis seriously. I thought she might like an introduction to the best non-pro at the club."

"Lead on, Macduff. Lead on."

"You realize that's a misquote."

"Of course, but if I used the real quote, most people would look askance at me."

"Askance?"

"Akimbo perhaps?"

"You crack me up."

"Do you think Honey would know the difference?"

"I doubt it. I believe she inherited her mother's intellect which, I am happy to say, is not very high on the scale."

"Perfect," Doug said. "Lay on, Macduff."