Island Romance Chapter 6

It was the final hole of the tournament.

Vic Durant needed to sink a birdie... to win.

It had been a magical run.

His caddy had given him good advice, and he'd followed it...and he'd made his shots. 

He'd wanted to hear her say, "Good job," but she was still being very professional about it. She gave him advice on the shots, but took back the clubs he handed her without a word and said nothing as they walked along to the next hole.

But something about her presence he found steadying...he was playing better than he'd ever played before.

And now..he was about to win his first tournament.

Granted, it was only a mid-level tournament...it wasn't like he was playing against the top players in the world...but a win at this tournament would open the door for him to get into those types of tournaments.

And this tournament would pay  him a hell of a lot of money...even if he couldn't win it he'd make more money at the end of this weekend than he'd made in his career prior to this day.

And he owed it all to his caddy. There was no denying it.

Vic circled the hole, eyeing his shot. It was a twelve foot shot, but the green was completely flat. No tricks here. All he needed to do was hit it straight.

Michelle handed him the putter, which Vic took without looking at her.

Then he approached his ball - that small white ball that he needed to knock into a hole twelve feet away. Easy.

Vic set his feet...took a deep breath.  He placed his putter beside the ball, took a few practice swings - more to release excess energy than for the practice, and then he calmly, smoothly, putted.

The ball rolled steadily - and straight - for twelve feet, and dropped right into the hole.

Vic thrust his hands up into the air in victory.

Now his caddy was smiling at him. He dropped the putter, lifted her up in a bear hug and set her down again, as his opponent came to shake hands with him.

Michelle reached down and picked up his putter. She could still feel his strong hands around her...the ease with which he'd picked her up...and the sheer joy in his face.

A nice moment. Too bad he was such a jerk.

Story resumes Sept 24 2012

My mom, who is 75, wants to go up to teeny tiny town near Rapid City, to see her sister, who is 80. They live in a house in the boonies and have no internet.

I'll be back online on Monday the 24th and promise not to miss another day.

Please bear with me, your patience is appreciated!

Island Romance Ch 5

Vic Durant stood on the tee at the 9th green, taking deep breaths and composing himself.

He was playing very well, not the least because his caddy was giving him good information and selecting the proper clubs for him to use.

After that one snap at him she had confined herself to talking business only...not inviting any conversation of a personal nature. When he made his birdies, and he'd made three of them so far, she'd merely looked at him. He did not get the impression that she would respond to a high five so he did not offer any.

He had the impression that she didn't like him very much.

Well, it didn't matter if she liked him or not. He was doing pretty well on this course. Once he'd gotten over his snit he was doing just fine...and he'd have gotten over it eventually, regardless of her bracing him on the subject so rudely.

Durant stepped back from the tee, and took another deep breath.

He was being unfair. He'd been acting childishly and she'd snapped him out of it. God knows how many holes he would have bogied if he'd sullked through the first nine holes.

As it was he was -3 on the day with nine holes to go, and he'd better just concentrate.

Durant swung his club back smoothly, then down smoothly, hitting the ball solidly and driving it 300 yards onto the fairway.

He handed his club to his caddy and they walked in silence toward his next shot.

Nice Body #1

Jean-Claude Van Damme is apparently a jerk of the first water... but he does have a nice body...

Island Romance Ch 4

Things were not going well with Vic Durant.

He bogeyed the first hole, he bogeyed the second.

He hadn't said a word to Michelle at any time. She'd taken out clubs for him that she thought he should use, he'd ignored her and deliberately taken out a different club, even though he must have known it was not the proper club for what he needed.

As they waited just off the third tee, Michelle decided she had to take a stand.

"Mr. Durant, I appreciate that something is bugging you, but you're not doing yourself any good by deliberately tanking this match."

Durant glared at her, but she went on.

"I work at this course, I know this course. I am a caddy and it's my job to help you. So why don't you stop pouting and let me help you?"

"Pouting?" demanded Durant.

Michelle just stared at him.

Durant took a deep breath, and looked like he was counting to ten. Then he said, "Okay, fine. Tell me what I should do here."

"Well, the wind swirls about a great deal on this hole. So I'd say don't drive it as high as you've been doing. Drive it low and straight."

Durant nodded, took the driver she held out to him, and went out onto the tee.

He took several more deep breaths to calm his mind. Had he really been pouting? But she was right - he didn't have a chance to do well in this tourney but if he played conservatively at least he could make the cut and bring home a few dollars.

Durant stepped back from his tee as his lips twitched. Quite spunky, his caddy. Pouting, indeed.

He returned to the tee, assumed his stance, and hit the ball in a low drive - that went straight where he intended it.

So far, so good, he thought as they headed, not speaking, onto the fairway.