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"Watcha' doing, Lynn?" Sami asked of me when she entered the kitchen area, reaching for a mug and the coffee pot.
"Scrolling through the photos you've taken since we've been here," I said, my eyes studying the images on my laptop's screen.
"Uh, have you gone through them all yet?" She asked, a bit of concern on her face.
"If you mean, have I seen the shot you took of Mel as she was going down on you? Yeah, I've been through them all," adding, "that shot aside, Sami-girl, you have a really nice 'eye' for photography; good symmetry, nice light balance, really a very nice group of shots."
She did; she had an incredibly great sense of photography, I saw it within the first few shots she had taken since we've been here.
"Have you always had a good feel for photography," I asked, trading places with her so that she could check her email.
"Yeah, I guess," She said, "I've always considered photography a true art medium, and though I'm 'okay' with pen and ink and charcoal, I really prefer the camera, when it's all said and done."
"You want to work with me on some of my projects when we get back?" I asked, serious with the offer.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think that'd be a good thing for you; a little field experience never hurts," I said, adding, "Now, get your ass in gear, our tee time is in an hour," heading off to the shower.
~
As golf games go, this was a day to throw back into the water.
Simply said, we stunk up da joint! Both of us!
Licking our wounds at the club's grill, we both ordered a tall Scotch and water; easy on the water, please. Food? Yeah, we'd probably get around to ordering some but right now, a little Scotch-induced short term memory was in order.
"Damn, I feel like I've gone backwards with my golf," Sami said, dejectedly.
"Welcome to the game of golf; tell me why we play this fucking game again," I said.
"Because you're into inflicting pain on yourselves," we heard Anita say as she walked up, pulling out a chair to sit with us.
"Yeah, but Anita, damn, we were horrible out there," I said.
"Probably a message in that for you both," she said, "You two have played every day for the past five, most days 36 holes. That's grueling on the body and I think the body is asking for a break."
I thought about that for about a second and realized that she was probably right on the money with that assessment.
Fuck it! I still played horrible and I ordered us another round after Anita left to get ready for her next student.
"So what time does Ali's plane arrive," Sami asked between bites of her BLT.
"Four-fifteen," I answered, if it's not late."
"Oh hell, that's four hours from now," Sami said, licking the mayo from her fingers as I finished my salad.
"It'd give us time to play nine holes, if you're game," I suddenly said, surprising myself.
"I'm game, sweetheart; fuckin' game isn't going to whip my ass," Sami sternly said.
We should have stayed at the bar, drinking.
~
"There's my babies!" I heard Ali's voice yell from the Jetway, causing an old man walking in front of her to flinch.
The three of us caused a bit of a roadblock as we all hugged and kissed each other, tears of happiness streaming down all of our faces. Walking towards baggage claim we took up a goodly piece of the concourse, walking side by side, our arms around waists and all.
"Pleeaase tell me that you have a bit of ganja in the car for the trip to the condo," Ali said to us, "I finished the last of our herb at the house and the new stuff hasn't come in yet."
Sami smiled broadly and said, "Ali-girl, you are absolutely not going to believe the shit that Lynn got from her friend."
Grabbing her bag from the carousel, she said, "Well then, let's go and check this shit out, ladies, don't you think?"
We threw her bag into the spacious trunk of the caddie, the top having been put up when Sami and I arrived at the airport. Sami climbed into the back, Ali giving her fine ass a little squeeze of appreciation as she got into the car.
