Jack's drive had fallen just short of the green on the first hole and now he was looking at an easy wedge shot to have a chance at a birdie putt. It would be an incredible way to start the round if he could birdie the hole. He grabbed his club out of his bag and carefully looked over his shot, waiting for Danny to hit his third shot from the sand trap.
Watching the ball sail high out of the puff of white sand, Jack shook his head as the ball bounced once on the green and then rolled into another sand trap. Knowing he had plenty of time now before hitting his shot, he carefully stepped off the distance to the hole and while Danny raked up the sand trap, he picked a few small twigs that had blown off of some nearby trees. He then watched Danny hit the ball out of the other sand trap, saw it bounce once, then twice and roll to about three feet from the cup.
"Hey, I make that and it's a par," Danny said, walking onto the green.
Not one to remind his boss's son that he missed counting a stroke, Jack lined up his chip and gently swung his club, lifting the ball up into the air and rolling it about a foot from the cup. Danny then took two putts to sink the ball but marked a four on the scorecard anyway. Jack tapped in for the birdie and happily marked a three on his card. Yes, it looked like the beginning of an ecstatic day.
"Birdie for me," he said, tossing his putter into the bag and carrying it toward the second tee. "I tell you Danny, sometimes this game is better than sex."
By the time her husband was lining up that chip shot that led to a birdie, Amy had walked down to the pro shop with her tennis racquet under her arm and said, "My doubles partner didn't show today, do you have a stand in for me?"
"Certainly Mrs. Jaston, will Trudy do?" the pro asked.
"Trudy will be great," she said, remembering her powerful forehands from the last time she came to play "tennis."
She sat down in a chair until Trudy walked in and said, "Amy, we're together again?"
"Connie couldn't make it so it looks like we are a pair," Amy said, holding out her hand to the taller woman. They walked hand in hand past the tennis courts directly into the locker room, where Amy unlocked a door and they stepped into a private message room.
Both leaned their tennis racquets on the wall and then Trudy turned to Amy, tucked her hands under her arms and lifted her easily onto a table. She then ran her hands down over the woman's small breasts and down to her waist where she hooked her fingers inside the elastic of her tennis skirt and pulled it and her panties down.
