THE 19
TH
HOLE
Wade and Ruth Remington have been married for over twenty years. They have two children, Alexis, who is twenty and a sophomore at USC. She is on the volleyball team on a partial scholarship, and Timothy is a seventeen-year-old junior in high school.
Wade owns an engineering business that was started by his father. He has expanded it and increased the profit to the point where they are doing very well.
He is also on the board of a well-respected country club in LA. It is not in the Riveria class, but it is a top second-tier club. He plays at least one time a week and eats there several times a week. Ruth enjoys going there, but she doesn't play and has interests of her own.
Wade's life changed that year when Ruth was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was quick, and she was gone in less than a year. Wade spent his time watching over his kids, trying to help them recover the best they could. Even as the kids tried to help their father, he felt alone and sad. The only thing that made him happy, at least temporarily, was golf. He began spending more time at the club. When a huge engineering firm offered him more money than he could turn down, he took it. It wasn't until later that he realized his company was the only thing that was keeping him busy. Now, all he had was golf. He had all the money he could ever spend, but it was cold and impersonal.
The chairman of the board at the club was a longtime friend of his, Wallace Bennington. Wally did everything he could for Wade, but the next six months were hard.
He would go to every one of Alex's volleyball games. He became friendly with the coach and the staff and other players. He enjoyed watching his daughter play, and she was pretty good. She would not be a pro like her coach. Else Sympson had been a pro for many years and had even made an Olympic team for her home country of Sweden. She was an American citizen now, and her teams at USC were very good. They had made the playoffs in Alex's first year, and they were sure to make them this year.
The members of his club knew all about his wife's death, especially the wealthy, older women. Even the younger girls, workers in the club or what used to be called "gold-diggers". Young, beautiful women were constantly throwing themselves in his direction. He figured they had determined, like in a private meeting, that six months was the proper mourning time, and now, they were free to hook a new, rich husband.
In the spring of the next year, Wade determined that he couldn't bring Ruth back, and she would want him to try and find a new love. There was no shortage of younger, beautiful and willing females at his club. Some of them even played golf. He decided it was time to find someone to start with.
He was fortunate to find Sandy. She was in her late forties, closer to his fifty than most of the club. Sandy liked to play golf and was there almost every week. She liked to play during the week, when it was less crowded. She was a divorcee with one adult child and was comfortable from the divorce settlement. She figured after twenty years with the bastard she was entitled to enough to live without him around. One thing this club didn't lack were divorce lawyers. LA is full of lawyers whose entire workload was separating cheating old bastards form their fortunes in favor of the "wounded" party. Even though most were just as guilty as the husband. They did this for a healthy fee, of course.
Wade had a meeting that Wednesday with Wally. Afterwords, he was going to play golf. He kept his clubs in the locker room in the club. As he was leaving Wally's office, Sandy came in to see Wally.
She smiled at him, "Wade, how are you, today?"
He smiled back. He had always liked her and knew her husband had brought numerous "bunnies" around to "play" golf at the club. He had always been sympathetic to her and her son. "Good morning, Sandy. A great day to play golf."
She nodded and turned back toward him. "I was going to play after I see Wally. Do you need a partner?"
He usually joined whoever was at the starter's house at the moment. This could be more fun, No time like the present. "I think I'd enjoy that."
"Great, this meeting won't take long. Can we ride? I know you usually walk, but my ankle is a little sore from a fall at home."
He nodded, "Sure, I'll get us a cart and meet you at the starter's house."
She smiled and knocked on Wally's door.
Wade smiled to himself as he headed into the pro shop. Maybe I could start with someone closer to my age. He got a small bucket of balls and went to hit a few at the driving range. He was a 2 handicap and had shot par many times, but he also could have a bad day and could end up six or seven over par, too. He wanted a good day today.
As he was finishing the small bucket, Sandy came out of the locker room. Wade took the cart over to her and put her clubs onto it. She sat down beside him, and they were off. When they got to the starter, Wade told him they wanted to play alone. He nodded and pointed to the first tee. He smiled as they left and thought to himself. About time, he needed to start enjoying the fruits of this ripe garden.
When they arrived at the first tee, they got the things needed to play. She had a pure white glove, must be new, they always get stained with sweat. She had also changed into a gold outfit in the locker room that had a short skirt and a tight top.
Sandy looked at him apprehensively. She knew how good he was. "Now, I hope you will have a little mercy on me. I can't shoot like you."
Wade looked back at her. "You look like that, and you don't have to shoot at all, just ride with me."
She shuddered as he hit his drive 300 yards straight down the middle. They played the front side while talking and laughing. She wasn't bad at golf. She shot bogey golf on the front nine. Wade was distracted and was three over on the front. He didn't care. He discovered she didn't have the shorts that were supposed to be under that short skirt on under hers. Every time she bent over to pick up her ball, her little panties were clearly visible to Wade. She acted like nothing was unusual and talked calmly while displaying her ass.
They stopped at the turn and got a couple of beers. It was warm, and they needed them. By the time they had arrived at the sixteenth tee, they were loose and happy. She would hang on his arm, and he would help her up whenever she bent over to get her ball. The sixteenth tee was the furthest point away from the clubhouse. They had a small groundkeeper's shack there. They stored supplies and had a place inside where the groundkeepers could run for cover if they had a sudden thunder and lightening storm.
There was no one behind them for a couple of holes. Sandy looked at Wade and said. "Would you mind if we stopped here for a minute? My ankle is starting to bother me."
