Jack was sipping his wine waiting for his main course to be served, it had been a long week, but now everything had been put in place, he felt that his life was now going to go through a new phase and he was looking forward to it. Jack was now twenty-five years old. In the last nine years, he had made millions. Jack was an excellent golfer when he was sixteen, he had won the Amateur Medal at the Masters, US Open and the British Open. He had then turned professional, and in the remaining five months of the year, he had earned over eleven million in prize money. Because of his age, he was a very hot piece of merchandise in the sponsorship business.
When Jack was eight, he had been coached by an excellent teaching pro at his local golf club. By the age of ten, he had a handicap of plus two, which was exceptional for a ten-year-old. Henry, his coach, had then been offered the Head Pro position at a very prestigious Golf Club in Germany.
Jack maintained contact with him and saw him at least three times a year when he turned pro. He was his only coach; they both became great friends. Jack would visit Henry's club in Germany, and because of his position in the World Golf stage, this was excellent publicity for Henry, who now had golfers coming to him from all over the world.
Jack had won several major championships by the time he reached the age of twenty-five then disaster struck. After winning a tournament on a Sunday afternoon he and his caddy were involved in an accident when a drunk driver hit the curtesy car they were being driven. Luckily Jack had been sitting in the front passenger seat, and the many airbags had given him and the driver some protection.
The car that hit them had been travelling at over a hundred miles per hour when it hit the curtesy car.
The driver and Jack survived, but unfortunately, his caddy was killed instantaneously. The driver and Jack had both serious whiplash injuries with Jack's most severe. They went to the experts in this field in America, Germany and London. The driver was cured in six weeks while Jack was told that he would never play competitive golf again. It would be a struggle for him to walk for three holes, and if he did play competitively, then he would cause permanent damage to his body.
Jack was financially independent; he was a multi-millionaire. He flew to Germany to speak with Henry, who was now seventy, his wife wanted him to retire and return to Britain. Henry had an excellent studio at the Golf Club and suggested to Jack that he should take over from him when he retired. The President of the Club was over the moon with this suggestion as he realised what an asset Jack would be to his club.
Jack was going to buy a house, but Henry suggested renting for the first year to make sure the work suited him. Henry had introduced Jack to Edi, who owned several apartments. He took an apartment in the same block as Edi lived.
Edi was in her sixties, she still played golf and had a single figure handicap. Jack took over Henry's studio and workshop. Jack had added a lot of comprehensive equipment to the studio; it was now easily the most extensive in Germany.
Jack got a lot of media attention; he was on television, radio and the printed media daily. He would work only five hours a day and charge a thousand euros an hour; he would work six days of the week. He would train the youth of his club and two nearby clubs and wouldn't charge them a penny.
He was soon booked out for three months in advance. Training the youth for nothing was a masterstroke; the publicity he got from this was enormous. Edi was very good to him, and they soon had a strong friendship going. She was quickly handling all of Jack's bookings. Jack helped her with her golf, and her handicap was halved within two months. Edi had massive tits which got in the way of her swing; she laughed when he told her, "You're the first man to tell me that you don't like my big tits."
Jack smiled, then said, "I love your big tits, but I've changed your golf swing to make you a better golfer."
Jack's apartment was in the city. There were an excellent restaurant and bakery a hundred yards from Jack's apartment; he used it a lot. It had been in the same family for five generations; Jack had a cooked breakfast there every morning. The food was delicious and inexpensive. It opened at seven in the morning and closed at seven in the evening. Their cakes and bread were in a league of their own. Jack would usually have supper there at six-thirty in the evening. The restaurant could seat a hundred inside and in the summer another hundred outside.
One evening Jack had finished his supper, and when he went outside, he saw Beate, the wife of the owner taking tables and chairs from outside into a storage room. Jack had started to help her; she appreciated his help. Her English was good, so he spoke in German and in English. If either of them made a mistake, then the other would correct them, so they soon were both speaking better German and English.
Jack got on well with Beate; she was tall with a voluptuous body, shoulder-length black hair with sparkling bright blue eves. From that evening, Jack had helped her Beate started wearing tighter trousers, which highlighted her fantastic figure. She also started to serve him personally in the morning at breakfast; Jack noticed that her nipples were now rock hard when she served him. One morning Jack complimented her on the tightness of her trousers, Beate replied, "I have very tight leggings which I feel very comfortable wearing but I must wear an apron when I wear them, and I can't wear them when my husband is around, or he'll give me a hard time."
