The Finchbottom Vale
is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and
the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live
there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
And at the far eastern
end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, complete with a
Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well
maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things
to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course
the Sharpington Fun Park.
The four friends had
spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they
all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had houses
that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had
become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker
had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right
thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed
and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it
for a moment.
Retirement enabled him
to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie
George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were
both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi
was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very
pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and
as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home
today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important
if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do
rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the
laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a
nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the
waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming
to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she
replied
“What about you
Sarah?”
“No not today” she
replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then
Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave
remarked
So after a very nice
lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a
rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th
fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group whose
house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course, she had a flat in Jubilee court
overlooking the promenade.
“I’ll say goodbye now”
she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th fairway
Sarah went the other way to the pro shop.
The text she received during lunch was from David Snowdon the Golf Pro,
a 6’ 2” bronzed muscular Adonis, Sarah on the other hand was not, she was
attractive but she was a big buxom red head.
The bronzed God was talking to a customer when she walked in but he
soon made his excuses.
“Can I help?” he said
“Yes I’m here for my Golf lesson” she replied matter of factly.
“Ok would you like to come through?”
David led her out through the door at the back of the shop and passed
the stockroom, to the end of the corridor to where there was a lounge area with
a Golf simulator set up.
“So what aspect of the game would you like to cover today?” he asked
“Well I have always thought that choosing the right partner is very
important” Sarah said as she sidled up towards him.
“Very important” he agreed
“And the grip is also all-important” she added wrapping her arms
around him.
“I have to complement you on your approach play” he said and then he
kissed her as he had done many times before.
She didn’t know why a gorgeous 35 year old athletic hung was attracted
to a curvaceous middle aged widow, but then she didn’t really care.
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