Emerging from the next chalet in the row was a young woman, probably mid-twenties he guessed, about medium height and build, with dark brown bobbed hair. She was clutching an arm full of books and a cup of coffee.That he had taken all this in, in a single glance, was remarkable. As he had simultaneously taken the fact, she was absolutely nakedGood morning Miss! Miss? I never call anyone Miss! She could be married! A radical feminist! And I have just insulted her! I should have said Mizz, or Mam, Oh God! The thoughts raced through Addys panic-stricken mind. There has been a spot of trouble at the clubhouse. Professional, act professional. I am making a few enquiries, Id like to come back and ask you a few questions when Professional, youre a professional, Man up! When you have got yourself sorted out. Phew!!
