I heard the familiar sound of the car crunching the gravel on the drive, the back door swung open and my wife bowled in through it.
"How was the weekend?" I enquired as she flung her bag on the floor and threw her arms around my neck.
"Great! My team won. It was a lovely hotel and we had such a laugh, but pour me a glass of wine and I'll tell you all about it." I did as I was bid and we slumped onto the settee glasses in hand.
"I suppose you were up half the night playing bastard brag, having a girly time and generally drinking too much."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you!"
"Try me."
"Pour me another glass, that one didn't touch the sides, and hang on to your hat!"
"That sounds intriguing, what have you all been up to?"
"Well, after Friday's game we all got changed and met in the bar. After a couple of drinks Janine passed some remark about a chap sitting at the bar. You know how outrageous she can be and makes no bones about being a bit short on sex since Hugh ran off with that tart. Anyway she kept eyeing him up and, to be fair, he was quite cute in a slightly middle aged sort of way, you know, greying temples, short stubble beard and great teeth. Anyway Janine...."
"Which one is Janine?"
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed Janine. She's about mid fifties, so a bit younger than the rest of us, long legs, blond hair, small tits and a pretty good figure."
"OK, so what about her?"
"She said simply. 'I wonder if he's any good?'
"And Viki said. 'I suppose he must be a golfer or he wouldn't be here but no clues about his ability.'
"You know Vicki, the one whose husband is in the police." So I mumbled my agreement. This story was getting complicated but she continued.
"So Janine retorted, 'It's not his golf I'm interested in, it's the size of his putter!' Well, that was a bit blunt even for Janine. Some giggled while others just sat there gawping when she followed with.
" 'Come on girls. You must admit it had crossed your minds? I wonder if he's all pose and no action?' And after a lot of banter and innuendo she eventually came out with, ' Hey there is only one way to find out.' And she got up and went over to him. They chatted and seemed to be getting on famously then they left: together!"
"Bloody hell! That was a bit blatant. Still, single now so why ever not?" I threw in trying to keep the story going,
"She bowled into breakfast next morning like the cat that got the cream, huge smile on her face, a decided spring in her step and greeted us with, 'Well girls, you missed a treat there I can tell you. '
"So I came straight out with it.
" 'You mean you pulled?' I burbled. That much was glaringly obvious, they'd left the bar together. 'So how, I mean what did.... How did ....'