"That's for the final skin!" Ron tried to psych out Robert. The skin was for $300; carry overs from the last six holes. "Sink this and it's all yours!"
Robert was not unnerved by Ron's trying to seed doubt into his mind. Slight uphill with a left to right break was the way Robert saw it crouched behind the ball. He took his stance and addressed the Titleist. Slowly he pulled back his putter and swung it true along the line he saw.
"Plunk!" as the ball hit the bottom of the cup.
"Shit!" Swore Ron and then smiled. "Nice putt you bastard. Drinks are on you."
Ted and Albert both agreed with Ron as they all headed into the 19th hole. "Least I can do for letting you guys give me your money." Robert had won all but a couple of the skins they played for. He profited close to $500 and almost $1000 in side bets with Ron.
After recapping each hole and finishing the first round of drinks, Ted and Albert settled up and said they had to leave "before, you know." Ron and Robert stayed for a couple of more, on Robert of course. Ron was already half in the bag. Part of their skins competition was the highest score for each hole had to drink a shot purchased by the winner of the last skin. Ties like the skins were carried over.
This certainly kept Erica the pretty, young college girl on the bar cart busy and her tips big. Ron tipped her extra if she showed her cleavage. At the end of the round, Ron had seven drinks plus beers, a number of peeks at Erica's boobs and no skins.
Finally Ron said, "Why don't your come over to my place for dinner? I'll have to write you a cheques there. I'm sure it's okay with the witch, I mean my wife."
Kristine the "witch" was married to Ron for over 15 years. His constant inebriation was an ongoing battle between the two. She really hated it when he drank because he's become horny but could never perform.
As Robert walked and supported Ron to the change room, he said "Okay, thanks for the invite but please call and warn your wife first."
"O-KAY!" replied Ron with extra exuberance.
Both stripped down and headed for the showers; Ron mostly staggered there. Robert helped him. "Maybe the shower will help him get a little more sober." He thought turning on mostly cold water and sticking him under the icy spray.
Ron barely noticed. He placed his hands on the wall to support him as the shower cascaded over his body. Robert stood two showers away under a slightly warmer spray.
The shower was an open common area with six shower positions providing no discretion. Robert was soaping his chest when Ron suddenly and loudly remarked. "Jesus! Your cock!"
Robert looked at Ron who was staring at his package.
"I never realized how big you were... are... is... Whatever." Ron gasped. "And it's not even hard. How big does it get?"
Robert was slightly embarrassed. He was teased about it in school when they had to shower after gym and stuff. "It's about 8-inches soft and about 10 when hard."
"Let me see." Ron stood wavering back and forth. "I want to see it hard."
"Maybe later." Replied Robert.
The cold shower barely made a difference to Ron's condition. Robert decided it would be safer for him to drive Ron home like so many other times. The real reason why Ted and Albert always left early. The skins winner had to take care of Ron. "Maybe that's why they always tank during the game."
Robert pushed Ron into the passenger seat of his Lexus LS and drove off to Ron's home. Not that he really minded. He'd get to see Kristine again who he had a bit of a crush on even if she was married.
Ron and Kristine's place was a nice ranch home on a small private lot. Robert pulled into the drive and helped Ron to the door although he did recover somewhat. Kristine was already waiting.
"Hi honey!" Ron shouted. "By the way, Robert is staying for dinner."
Kristine just shook her head and invited Robert in.
By the time dinner was ready, Ron had recovered from his earlier insobriety. He opened a number of bottles of Valpolicella to go with the pasta that Kristine had prepared.