While I'm checking in at the pro-shop, I keep sneaking glances at my wife. Donna looks good. Really good. That plaid skirt might have been a mistake. I'm going to have a hard time concentrating on the game. Then I notice that she's biting her lip and wringing her hands. The naughty school girl fantasy shoots straight to my groin. Yeah, this isn't going to work. Good thing we got here early.
I walk over to a clothing rack and grab a plain white skirt in her size. I walk back up to the counter, rip the tags off and hand them to the clerk. Then I turn to Donna and say-
"Here. Go change." I give her a gentle shove toward the restroom.
She looks down at my groin, then looks back up at me, smiles brightly and says: "Yes, sir."
God. She's trying to kill me. I breath deeply while she's changing. A few minutes later she walks up and wordlessly hands me the plaid skirt. Without a word, I shove it into my backpack. We'll definitely need that later.