He does

He followed directions given him by a staff member to the tennis clubhouse. An attendant provided him with a racquet and a tube of balls, and told him that an opponent had registered and would be there shortly. He nodded and smiled his thanks before stepping outside into the sun to wait on a bench.

He idly watched some other games being played, paying little attention except to note that the skill level was not high. He did note, however, that each game had a ball girl, as if this was Wimbledon or the Open. No doubt part of the service the resort offered, since each of them wore a bracelet and necklace.

"You must be Michael," a feminine voice said, breaking his train of thought. He stood up and smiled at an attractive woman in her mid-thirties wearing traditional tennis whites.

"I am," he replied offering a hand which she took in her own strong grip. Her dark brown hair was tied in a ponytail which bounced appealingly as she tossed her head.

"I'm Teddy," she smiled. "Short for Theodora, but I'll kill you if you call me that. What kind of player are you?"

He shrugged. "Recreational. Good recreational though." She looked him over with a critical eye.

"You look athletic enough," she said with a smile. He looked at her lean body and sleek legs with a smile.

"So do you, Teddy," he grinned, looking at the red stones of her necklace and imagining what might happen if they turned to green.

"I'm a hell of an athlete," she said with a throaty laugh. "Maybe I'll get a chance to show you. Shall we begin?" She gestured to the court with a questioning look in her face.