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A Golfer's Dream Book II  Chapter Twenty Five Old Routine New Nationals

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A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer         Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Twenty-Five  Old Routine New Nationals

Dave woke to the alarm at seven o'clock.  He and Jennifer had a final shower 
together before they ate a large quiet breakfast; both avoided bringing up any 
topics that might interfere with the game face Dave was developing.  Jennifer 
dropped him off at Hornsby Golf Course where the team's passenger-van was 
waiting.  The team and coaches loaded everything on the van.  Dave gave Jennifer 
a goodbye kiss and told her he would see her in a couple of weeks.  Jennifer 
drove away heading for North Beach and Dave watched her car disappear around the 
corner.

As Dave took his seat on the van he realized how much he would miss his friend, 
John, being on this trip.  They had spent a lot of good times together at the 
nationals the previous year and that time had helped pleasantly distract Dave 
from the continuous pressure to play well.  This year Dave would be roomed with 
one of the other team players and he would have to get used to sharing a room 
with someone who was somewhat of a stranger.

Bob MacTavish, the second place finisher on the team, sat beside Dave.  Dave 
knew him from the various tournaments but he played out of the Squirrel Creek 
course so Dave basically only knew him in passing.  The van was eventually fully 
loaded and left for Mont Tremblant, Quebec just after nine o'clock.

They stopped at three o'clock in Edmundston, New Dominion to eat.  After eating 
and getting a chance to stretch, everyone loaded back on the van for the final 
long run to Mont Tremblant.  They drove for six hours and arrived in Mont 
Tremblant at eight o'clock local time, after gaining an hour from the time zone 
change at the Quebec border.  They pulled into the Country Inn and Suites in the 
main village of the ski resort; the rooms had already been pre-registered and a 
packet of keys was waiting for the coaches to distribute.

As he had half-expected, Dave was roomed with Bob and they immediately took 
their clubs to their room and unpacked.  The team met at nine o'clock for a 
small late supper before Dave and Bob went for a walk through the small quiet 
village.

Dave was hoping to find a Tim Horton's so he could revive his routine of a 
morning hot chocolate which included time to get focused for the day.  He 
couldn't find a Tim's but did find a little café called Café Bistro Ryan which 
opened at seven in the morning. It was closed now but Dave decided that the café 
would be where he started every morning.

Dave and Bob explored the hotel when they returned and found a large outdoor 
pool.  Dave smiled as he remembered the pool in North Carolina and seeing Sheri 
sunning herself.  By reflex he looked over his shoulder to see if he were 
blocking her sun.  He realized it was a silly thing to do when it was nighttime 
but he just shook off the thoughts of Sheri and followed Bob back to their room.  
He called home to tell them he had gotten in safely and what room he was staying 
in.  After the brief phone call, he crawled into bed and went right to sleep 
tired from the long drive.

The next morning the sun was shining bright and Dave woke at six thirty.  He had 
a quick shower before he dressed in shorts and a golf shirt and left for the 
café.  Bob was still sleeping soundly.  Dave strolled up the mostly deserted 
streets and said hello to the few people he met.  He walked into the café and 
went up to the older lady behind the counter.  She said "Bonjour, comment sais 
va?"

Dave was familiar with the French welcome but replied in English, "Hello, I am 
very good.  Do you speak English?"

The lady smiled and replied with a very heavy French accent, "Yes, I speak 
English.  What can I help you with today?"

He smiled and replied, "I would like some hot chocolate and a raisin bran 
muffin, please."

The lady nodded and went to make his drink.  She returned a moment later and, 
after he paid and tipped her, he sat down.  He stared out the window at the 
incredible scenery - the ski slopes were cut out of the mountain and Dave 
thought how spectacular the skiing must be.  He remembered the small hill on QAI 
and his two visits there.  He liked skiing but for the most part he just pointed 
his skis towards the bottom and tucked the poles under his arms.  On the small 
hill on QAI that was possible but here he knew he would definitely be eating 
tree bark before he reached half-way.  He liked skiing on QAI because with his 
untrained skill there was an incredible rush and there was definitely an element 
of death in his poor style.  He thought how this mountain would be suicide for 
him.

After relaxing for a half hour he walked back to the hotel.  As he entered the 
restaurant, he noticed Bob sitting at a table and he joined him.  Steve the 
coach was also sitting at the table and Dave ordered a healthy breakfast.  His 
food was served moments after Steve's and Bob's and they talked casually about 
the upcoming practice round.  Steve finished first and explained he had to check 
on the team to make sure everyone was awake.

Bob and Dave returned to their room and got their clubs and shoes.  Dave checked 
his spikes - the plastic 'soft spikes' were still in good shape.  He thought 
about the comments his father made about old metal spikes leaving marks all over 
the greens but Dave had never sent the damage metal spikes could do.  Most 
Canadian courses converted to soft spikes in the nineties before Dave started 
golf.  The van left for the golf academy where the team had the practice range 
booked for two hours before their scheduled practice round at Le Diable.  Dave 
found the practice range very similar to Hawks Hollow and he worked hard to be 
sure he was ready to play.

Steve called the team together, they loaded onto the van again, and drove to Le 
Diable.  Dave loved the look of the course as they pulled up and he immediately 
noticed the huge waste bunker which ran along the first hole.  Dave thought how 
the course looked like a desert course from Arizona which he had often seen on 
television even though this course was cut through the mountains.  The scenery 
was spectacular and Dave was slightly distracted from his game as he took in all 
the sights.

He spent an hour on the practice green getting a good feel for the roll and 
speed of the greens that day.  He was in the second of the two Island groups to 
tee off and was pleased he was playing with his new roommate, Bob.  The coach 
informed them that the Royal Canadian Golf Association or RCGA had decided the 
tournament would be played mostly on the black tees, the longest at Le Diable.  
He therefore told the two groups to play the blacks tees for the practice round.

Dave watched as his three playing partners teed off on the first hole.  Bob hit 
his drive left into the waste bunker.  Dave watched the ball roll into the sand 
and he thought how long it would take if all the waste bunkers had to be raked.  
There are two major difference between a waste bunker and a regular sand bunker 
or sand trap.  First, waste bunkers don't normally have to be raked after 
hitting from them while sand traps do.  And secondly, a golfer is allowed to 
ground his club in a waste bunker but not in a sand trap.  In a sand trap, if a 
player touches the sand behind his ball with his club any time before he 
actually swings the club, he is assessed a two stroke penalty.

Dave settled over his ball and hit a solid draw down the left side of the 
fairway.  The other three players had hit shorter drives than Dave and proceeded 
to hit their second shots before Dave walked to his ball.  He had one-hundred 
and eighty yards to the green on the long par-four first hole.  Dave hit a solid 
seven-iron onto the middle of the green.  He missed his birdie but tapped in for 
par.

The rest of the practice round went well and he was pleased with his one over 
par seventy-two.  The rest of the team scores ranged from Bob's seventy-nine to 
a high of ninety-three.  A few of the Island golfers found the long sand-covered 
course very difficult.  Dave loved the views and enjoyed the challenge.  Some of 
the holes were as beautiful as the Belle Bay course he had played the previous 
week and Dave eventually came to the conclusion that this equally scenic course 
was even nicer than Belle Bay.

Dave returned to the hotel with the team and, after eating a large supper, he 
went to his room and pulled on his bathing suit.  He rested by the pool for a 
half hour, allowing his meal to settle, before he got in the pool and swam laps 
for twenty minutes.  He emerged from the pool to find Bob talking to two girls.  
Bob called Dave over and he politely joined him.

Bob introduced the two girls as tourists from New York.  Dave talked with the 
girls for twenty minutes before he excused himself and started to walk towards 
his room.  One of the girls, Toni, called his name and strolled up next to him 
to talk.  She asked, "There's a movie cinema down the road.  Would you like to 
go to a show with me tonight?"

Dave smiled politely, "Toni, you're a beautiful girl and normally I would love 
to go to a show with you; but the truth is I have a girlfriend at home and I am 
also here to try to win a national championship.  I have to concentrate on my 
golf game and won't have much time to go to any movies this week.  Thanks for 
asking though; I appreciate it."

Toni looked disappointed as Dave quietly added, "Have a nice night, Toni."  He 
walked away from her and back to his room.  As he showered, he briefly thought 
about the pretty girl he had just turned down but then thought about Jennifer 
waiting for him at home.  He knew it was different last year in BC when his and 
Jennifer's relationship was in doubt and John had convinced him to spend time 
with Lynn and Tina.  Even with his questionable relationship last year he still 
hadn't done anything sexually with Lynn or Tina until the following spring.


He climbed into bed with thoughts back to the Le Diable course and how much he 
looked forward to playing it the following day.  He hoped the weatherman was 
wrong; rain was forecasted for the next day.  Dave tossed and turned for a while 
and heard Bob come into the room.  Dave pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't 
have to talk about rejecting Toni or anything else.  He dozed off shortly 
thereafter.

He woke at six-thirty without any alarm.  He got up and dressed in shorts and a 
golf shirt.  He pulled on a nylon jacket in case it was raining and made his way 
to the lobby.  As he exited the hotel, the rain was indeed steadily falling and 
continued as he walked up the street towards the café.  

As he entered, the same lady from the previous day welcomed him, this time in 
English.  "Good morning.  How are you today?"

Dave smiled, "I'm getting wet, thank you.  How are you?"

She chuckled, "It looks like it will be wet today.  Are you with the golf group 
in town this week?"

He replied, "Yes, I am with the team from QAI.  Can I have a hot chocolate and a 
raisin bran muffin?"

She got his order and returned, "I was on QAI last summer for vacation.  It is a 
beautiful Island."

"Thank you.  I really like living there," he replied as he made his way to a 
seat.  He sat in the chair and thought about the steady rain and his plan for 
the day.  He had a nylon rain-suit in his suitcase.  He would put that in his 
golf bag.  He had a plastic cover to keep the water from running into the top of 
the bag and getting his grips wet.  He also had his umbrella as well so all he 
needed was a few towels and a few more golf gloves.  He would buy three new 
gloves in the pro shop and take four bath-towels from the hotel.  He knew his 
golf bag would be heavy with all the extras but keeping the grips of the clubs 
dry was critical when playing in the rain.  He knew that it didn't matter as 
much how wet he got as how well he could hold his potentially slippery clubs.

He had his plan all decided when he stood to go back to the hotel.  The lady 
wished him luck as he left.  He thanked her and said he would see her the next 
day.

He again joined the team in the restaurant and ate breakfast with them.  They 
left for the course immediately after eating.  Dave's tee time was eleven 
o'clock - he had two and half hours to wait.  He went to the pro shop and bought 
the three additional gloves, then found a quiet place in the lounge, sat in 
front of a television, and relaxed.  He didn't want to start practicing too 
early because of the rain.  He was confident that twenty minutes on the driving 
range and twenty minutes putting would be enough for him to feel prepared.

The rain was still falling steadily at ten o'clock.  Dave went to the pro shop, 
got a bucket of balls, and then went to the practice range.  He started with his 
pitching wedge and worked his way to his driver.  After hitting the entire 
bucket he felt loose enough to move to the putting green.  He putted for thirty 
minutes until he heard his name called to the first tee.  At the first tee he 
met his two playing partners.  One golfer was from British Columbia while the 
other was from Manitoba.  Dave hit second after the Manitoba golfer.  He hit a 
solid drive with a slight fade down the right side of the fairway.  He was 
longer than either of the other two golfers and, after they hit their second 
shots, Dave hit six-iron onto the green fifteen feet from the hole.

The BC player had missed the green with his second shot and, while he prepared 
to chip on, Dave walked around his own putt checking all the angles.  He had his 
umbrella open above his head with a towel running through the fiberglass ribs.  
When it was his turn to putt, he dried his putter grip with the towel before he 
set the umbrella down on the green.  He settled over his putt and stroked a firm 
putt on the wet green.  The ball rolled over the right corner of the hole and 
finished a foot behind the hole.  He rolled the short par putt in.

The rest of the round was a wet ordeal as Dave struggled to keep his grips dry.  
He went through all his gloves including his three new ones and all four towels.  
His club slipped in his hand several times causing the ball to veer off line 
significantly.  At the end of the day he had lost two balls - one in the water 
and one in the woods.  He had some very good holes but with the lost balls and 
other shots where his club slipped in his hands he finished with a two over par 
seventy-three.

For the conditions he was generally happy with his final score.  He definitely 
would have liked to have had several shots back to do over - but golf doesn't 
work that way.  The two golfers he played with had a very hard time in the rain.  
The Manitoba player shot eighty and the BC player shot eighty-eight.  Dave was 
the last player from island team to play and the other seven members and coaches 
were waiting for him in the clubhouse.

Steve asked, "How did you get along, Dave?"

Dave just shrugged, "Not bad considering - I shot seventy-three.  I could have 
been better but I could also have been worse."

Steve laughed, "Well you did better than almost everyone else.  With two more 
groups to come in behind your group, you are now in second place only one stroke 
behind a local player from the Quebec team.  Seventy-three is very good under 
these conditions."

Dave was very happy to hear he was only one stroke behind.  He checked the 
bulletin board to get his tee-time the next day - he had an early time of nine 
o'clock.  He asked the coach if he could be here for eight o'clock and the coach 
said he would drive him over early.


The team returned to the hotel and Dave laid out all his wet clothes and his wet 
clubs.  He was confident they would be dry for the morning.  Dave and Bob joined 
the team for supper.  After supper Dave went to his room and checked the weather 
forecast for the next day.  He was hoping it wouldn't rain again.  The 
weatherman was predicting sunny skies the rest of the week and Dave sighed in 
relief.  He rolled onto the bed to call home.  His father answered the phone and 
immediately asked how he did.  Dave explained the awful weather and went through 
each hole with his father.  

Jennifer was there and she talked to Dave for a few minutes before his father 
came back on the line.  Roger explained that he was leaving very early in the 
morning and should be in Mont Tremblant around suppertime.  Dave said he would 
see them the next day as he hung up.

Bob came in the room and asked Dave if he wanted to go to the show with him and 
the two girls they met the previous day.  Dave looked at the bedside clock.  It 
was only six-thirty but he didn't think it would be a good idea to go out with 
another girl even if it wasn't a date. 

Dave explained to Bob that if some more of the team was going, he would go with 
the group but he didn't think he should go if it was just he and Bob with the 
two girls.  Bob nodded understandingly and said he would ask someone else to go.

After Bob left Dave lay on the bed debating his decision.  He thought maybe he 
should have gone but then he asked himself, "What would I think if Jennifer was 
away with some sports team and I found out she went to a movie with some guy she 
just met that day.  I know I trust Jennifer but at the same time I don't think I 
would like it."

Dave finally reaffirmed to himself he had done the right thing and got up to go 
find his other teammates.  He found two of them in the video room of the hotel.  
He joined them for an hour and played several video games before he went back to 
his room and relaxed.  He fell asleep watching the television.

He woke up at his usual time and took a quick shower before going to the café.  
The sun was shining bright and he was really psyched for a good round.  He said 
hello to the lady at the café and she asked, "The same as yesterday?"

He nodded, "Yes, please."

When she gave him his order she chatted briefly, "My name is Sylvia.  I own this 
little café with my husband.  Enjoy your snack."

Dave thanked, "Thank you, my name is Dave and it's nice to meet you."  Dave sat 
and ate his muffin as he sipped his hot chocolate.  He was visualizing the golf 
course in his mind and he was steadily getting more and more focused on his 
game.

After twenty minutes he went back to the hotel and ate a quick breakfast.  His 
coach was just coming down the stairs as Dave was going up to his room to get 
his clubs.  Dave asked, "Can you drive me now, coach?"

Coach Steve replied, "Sure Dave, I'll meet you at the van."

Dave was happy to get to the course a little early and spent forty-five minutes 
hitting balls before putting for just over thirty minutes.  When his name was 
called to the first tee he was completely focused and ready.

He birdied the first two holes and continued his strong play the entire day.  
His final score was sixty-five and he was very proud of himself for remaining 
focused.  His two playing partners from Ontario and Newfoundland shot seventy-
two and seventy-seven respectively.

Dave was standing in the pro shop when coach Steve walked up to him and 
congratulated him on a great round.  Dave thanked Steve then asked if he would 
drive him back to the hotel.  Dave wanted to have a good dinner and then relax 
by the pool.  He was also anxious to wait for his parents who had booked a room 
in the same hotel.  Steve agreed and drove him back.

Dave ate a large meal then rested by the pool for the afternoon.  He saw the two 
girls Bob had been talking to and he smiled and said hello to them.  He swam 
laps for a while before just resting on a lounger by the pool.  Later in the 
afternoon, several of his teammates joined him as they returned from the course.

Dave and his teammates were waiting for the last two players and the coaches to 
return from the course when he heard a familiar voice call his name.  He turned 
and immediately walked toward Jennifer.  She was smiling with her arms open and 
Dave embraced her firmly.  He whispered, "What a great surprise to see you!  How 
long have you been planning this?"

Jennifer kissed him, "My parents worked it out with your parents last week.  I'm 
flying home with your mother on Saturday night.  How did you do today?"

He kissed her again, "I played really well.  I shot sixty-five."  Dave and 
Jennifer walked into the lobby to find his parents.  Dave welcomed his parents 
before he described his round.  Just as Dave finished his detailed description, 
Steve and the remaining players returned.  Steve said hello to Dave and his 
parents before he told Dave there was a team meal in thirty minutes.  Dave 
nodded agreement as he helped his parents carry their bags to their room.  In 
their excitement to see Dave they had not even gone to their room yet.

Dave talked with Jennifer and his parents until it was time for his team meal.  
He and Jennifer made plans to go for a tour of the town after he ate.

At supper Dave found out the team had finished sixth overall in the team 
standings thanks mainly to Dave with some help from Bob.  Bob was sitting in 
fifteenth place overall and was the only other team member to make the cut for 
the final two days.  Dave also was told he was now in first place by one stroke 
over the local player who had led after the first round.  Dave was in the last 
group of the day at eleven-fifteen the next morning.  Bob's tee time was ten 
forty-five so the team planned to go to the course together at nine-thirty.  The 
six players who missed the cut would be staying until Sunday when the team would 
travel back to QAI together without Dave who was going to Hartford.

Dave noticed his parents and Jennifer walk into the hotel restaurant and sit 
down to eat so, when his team left to go their separate ways, Dave joined 
Jennifer and his parents.  He told them he had found out he was leading the 
tournament by one stroke.  After Jennifer finished eating she and Dave went for 
a walk.  She loved the scenic village and Dave was very happy to spend the 
evening with her talking and relaxing.  

Dave and Jennifer walked up to his room but when he tried to open his door the 
dead-bolt was locked.  Dave suspected that Bob was probably entertaining so he 
lightly knocked on the door.  Bob yelled, "Just a minute!"  After a moment, he 
slipped through the door which he had only opened wide enough to squeeze out.  

Before he could say anything, Dave suggested, "I'll make a deal with you, Bob.  
You can have the room for two more hours, if you give me the room to myself 
tomorrow night for two hours."

A huge smile broke across Bob's face as he replied, "You've got a deal.  I'll 
make sure I'm done before ten-thirty."

Dave nodded before he and Jennifer went to his parents' room.  His parents 
weren't there so Dave and Jennifer got comfortable on Jennifer's bed and watched 
a movie.  While they watched the movie they started kissing and caressing each 
other until they were shaken by a knock on the door.  After a slight pause they 
heard the door handle turn.  They quickly readjusted their clothes just before 
his parents entered the room.  

Dave and Jennifer smiled at them before they returned to watching the movie.  
Dave's parents went into the bathroom together and emerged dressed for bed.  His 
father was wearing very silly looking pajamas and his mother a long tee-shirt.  
Dave looked at his watch - he needed to wait fifteen more minutes for Bob.  He 
talked casually to his parents for the fifteen minutes before he explained he 
was going to bed.

Before he left, Jennifer asked what time he would get up in the morning.  He 
told her he had been leaving the hotel at six-fifty for an early morning hot 
chocolate.  She asked if she could join him.  He said he would love to have her 
go with him and he would meet her in the lobby at six-fifty.  They walked out 
into the hall and kissed passionately.  Jennifer whispered, "I'm also looking 
forward to our time together tomorrow night."  She rubbed the gentle bulge in 
his shorts.

He replied, "I am too.  See you in the morning."

When Dave got back to his room he lightly knocked on the door and after not 
getting a response he slid his card key into the slot.  The door clicked and the 
green light went on so he opened the door.  The room was filled with the scent 
of sex and Bob's bed was a mess but there was no sign of Bob or anyone else.  
Dave striped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.  He was tired but he began 
thinking about the next day and the Le Diable course.  

Fifteen minutes after he got in bed he heard the door open and a very satisfied 
looking Bob strolled in.  Bob immediately said, "Thanks for the room, Dave.  I 
really appreciate it.  Rebecca is leaving tomorrow and we really wanted to have 
a little time together, alone."

Dave just nodded, "No problem, Bob.  Sleep well and good luck tomorrow."  Dave 
rolled over and went to sleep.

The morning sun was bright as predicted and Dave was happy to see Jennifer 
waiting in the lobby when he walked out of the elevator.  Jennifer stood and 
walked to him and they kissed briefly before walking hand-in-hand out the front 
door.  They talked about the beautiful town as they walked to the café.  

When they entered the café, Sylvia welcomed them, "Good morning, Dave; I see 
you've found a friend here in Mont Tremblant."

Dave noticed the curious look on Jennifer's face as he replied, "Actually this 
is my girlfriend from home.  She traveled here with my parents to watch my final 
two rounds of the tournament."  Dave then turned to Jennifer, "I've been in this 
café every morning this week and Sylvia has waited on me each day.  Jennifer, 
meet Sylvia.  Sylvia, meet Jennifer."

The two women smiled at each other as Sylvia asked, "The usual for you, Dave?"

Dave replied, "Yes, please."  He then turned to Jennifer and asked, "What would 
you like?"

She asked, "What are you having?" 

He explained, "I am having a hot chocolate and a raisin bran muffin."

She smiled at Sylvia, "I'll have the same, please."

Dave paid for their morning snack, then Sylvia got their order together.  They 
sat at the same table Dave had sat at every day.  He started his psyching-up 
procedure and was quite quiet as they ate.  Jennifer understood that Dave used 
this time to get focused on his round.  He had told her all about his morning 
ritual the previous year in BC so she sat quietly and watched as he appeared to 
stare dully out the window of the café.

After fifteen minutes with no conversation, he turned to her and smiled, "I 
think I'm almost ready.  Thank you for letting me go through my morning ritual.  
I like to visualize every hole and how I would like to play it.  That way, when 
I get to the course, I basically try to follow my game plan.  As I walk here 
each day, I get a feel for the direction and strength of the wind.  From that I 
determine how I would ideally like to play each hole if the wind remains 
generally the same."

Jennifer nodded her understanding.  They stood up and said goodbye to Sylvia 
before they walked back to the hotel.  Dave was happy to feel the closeness of 
his girlfriend and he even pulled her next to him as he walked down the street - 
his arm was around her shoulder and she molded herself to his side.

No one from Dave's team seemed to be awake when they returned to the hotel so 
Dave and Jennifer went out by the pool and sat down in the morning sun.  They 
talked about the remaining summer and what they would do on QAI when Dave 
returned from Hartford.

At eight-thirty they walked back into the lobby where Dave found his team 
congregating at the entrance to the restaurant.  He kissed Jennifer goodbye, 
"I'll see you at the course, later."  She nodded and walked towards the 
elevators.

As Dave joined the team, Steve was coming from the elevators.  Everyone seemed 
to be there so they went in the restaurant and ate.  They were all sitting 
together - the staff had joined three tables together.  Steve announced, "I'd 
like to wish Dave and Bob good luck today.  I know all of your teammates will be 
rooting for both of you.  Play well and have fun."

Dave and Bob both nodded 'thank you' but remained silent.

After the meal the coaches and team loaded into the passenger van and drove to 
the course.  Dave spent an hour on the practice range and an hour putting and 
chipping.  He wished Bob luck as Bob went to the first tee.

Eventually his name was called and, as he walked onto the first tee, he 
immediately saw Jennifer and his parents watching from a crowd of spectators.  
Dave teed off with his two playing partners, Guy, the local player who was in 
second place, and an Ontario player named Phil.  As the trio left the tee, Dave 
watched as Jennifer and his parents joined a crowd of fifty people following 
their last group.  

Dave made par on the first three holes before making two straight birdies.  He 
continued to play well all day - except for one bad hole where he made double 
bogey.  He was very happy with his results - sixty-seven was a very good score 
and good enough to give him a four stroke lead.  Guy and Phil, both were now 
tied, and, more importantly, four strokes behind him.

Dave had been focused all day and the only distraction he noticed was the camera 
crews who followed his group down the last hole.  The distraction was very brief 
for Dave because he remembered the same thing happening the year before so he 
just refocused on his game but he noticed how the cameras seemed to distract 
both Phil and Guy.  Phil was in perfect shape off the tee but hit a poor second 
shot when the camera seemed to focus on him.  His ball landed in the waste 
bunker left of the fairway.  His third shot missed, right of the green and then, 
after a poor chip, Phil two-putted for bogey.

Guy had also hit a good drive but when the camera showed up he actually looked 
very flustered and hit a huge hook with his second shot that went left, over the 
waste bunker and into the woods.  Guy had to chip out of the woods and ended up 
in the waste bunker on his third shot.  His fourth shot went in a sand trap 
right of the green and then he blasted out and two-putted for a double bogey.  

Undistracted Dave, meanwhile, hit his third shot from the fairway to within 
twenty feet of the hole but missed his birdie putt before he tapped in for an 
easy par.  The strokes gained on the final hole had opened Dave's lead to four 
strokes over both Phil and Guy.

After the round, Dave was approached by a TSN employee and asked to do an 
interview.  He followed the employee to an area with some bright lights.  Dave 
was introduced to Michael Whelan who told him Farhan was not available but had 
actually specifically requested the interview.  Dave remembered Farhan from both 
the spring hockey interview and the previous year's interview.  

Dave completed his interview and, because his family was with him, he didn't add 
his usual hellos at the end.  Dave was walking towards the clubhouse when his 
parents and Jennifer walked up to him and his father complimented, "Great round, 
Dave.  Good steady smart golf.  You didn't seem to get distracted by the cameras 
on the last hole like your two competitors."

Dave replied, "Thanks, Dad.  No, I remembered they were there last year so I 
just continued with my game plan."

His mother added her congratulations before Roger added, "I have to book our 
hotel for Hartford.  Do you have any preference where we stay?"

Dave thought for a second and was about so say he didn't care when the comment 
Sheri made about Comfort Inns popped into his head.  He reflected for a moment 
then replied, "Please see if you can get a room at the Comfort Inn closest to 
the course.  I liked the last one we stayed at and, hopefully, there will be one 
similar in Hartford."

Roger just nodded as he strolled towards the parking lot with Carol under his 
arm.  He hid the little snicker he had almost made.  He had heard the US female 
golfer warn Dave away from the Comfort Inns.  He made a mental note to talk to 
Dave about remaining honest with his girlfriend.

As Roger and Carol walked away Jennifer ran up to Dave and kissed him 
passionately, "You played wonderful, Dave.  I looked at the leader board and you 
are leading by four strokes.  I'm so happy I got to watch you play - you are so 
intense when you are on the course."

Dave thanked, "Thanks, Jennifer.  I'm sorry I didn't walk with you out there - I 
was very focused on my round."  He kissed her softly, "I'm looking forward to 
tonight."

She replied, "So am I."

Dave's coach walked up to the couple and said, "Dave, the team is leaving for 
the hotel.  We have already booked supper so we should get going."

Dave kissed Jennifer again, "See you at the hotel."

She waved goodbye as she ran to the parking lot.

During the brief drive back to the hotel Dave thought about booking at the 
Comfort Inn and the fact that Sheri would likely be there.  He thought about 
Jennifer and he decided he should try to casually tell her about meeting Sheri.  
He thought about how he could bring it into a conversation and he decided to try 
to work the conversation around to staying focused and then talk about Sheri 
trying to distract him.  As the van pulled up to the hotel Dave completed his 
plan to obliquely confess.

The meal was very good and Dave found Jennifer after he ate.  It was still early 
in the evening so they changed into their swimsuits and spent an hour at the 
pool before they returned to Dave's room.  Bob was still there but, as soon as 
Jennifer and Dave walked in, he said he was going out for a couple hours and 
left.

Dave and Jennifer were still wearing their swimsuits and, after Bob left, Dave 
bolted the door, turned to Jennifer, and took her into his arms.  He kissed his 
way down her body and pulled the red bikini top off her round pendulous breasts.  
He sucked her nipples as his hand slid inside her bikini bottom and rubbed her 
already wet slit.  He continued to work his way down her body as he dropped to 
his knees and traced his tongue around her wanton slit.  He could smell the mix 
of the chlorine from the pool and Jennifer's wet excitement.  He slid his tongue 
deep into her love hole and she moaned appreciation as her fingers weaved 
through his hair.

He added two fingers to his teasing tongue and he sucked and fingered Jennifer 
to an exciting climax.  Her breathing was still laboured as he guided her to the 
bed.  He laid her on her back and again dove between her legs to lick her 
glistening lips.  She spun him around so his rock hard pole was positioned over 
her face and she sucked him into her mouth with skilled expertise.  He felt his 
orgasm build steadily and he tried to continue sucking on her clit as he neared 
his peak but, as his climax rocked his body, he turned his head sideways and 
simply enjoyed the sexual sensation.  Jennifer swallowed his seed without 
hesitation.

When he finally regained his composure, he returned to sucking her clit and 
brought her to a noisy exciting climax.  Jennifer had continued to suck his dick 
and after a short down time it was rock hard again.  As Jennifer's second climax 
subsided she begged, "Fuck me, Dave.  I want to feel you deep inside me."

Dave got up and then kneeled between her legs.  He admired her long firm legs 
and her wet bald mound as he moved his manhood towards her opening.  He watched 
as his head penetrated her lips and then his whole pole slid deep inside.  
Jennifer moaned and thrust her hips to meet the intruding hardness.  Dave kissed 
her tenderly as he lay on top of her and started a slow steady grinding motion.

Their kisses grew more passionate as Dave's rhythm increased and there tongues 
were soon dueling as both of them reached simultaneous orgasms.  Both of their 
bodies shook and shivered as mutual excitement washed over them.  Dave simply 
collapsed on top of Jennifer and she held him close as they both recovered.

Dave eventually rolled to his side and they held each other close.

After taking several minutes to recover, they started talking about how much 
they loved each other and how they enjoyed spending time together.  Their 
conversation eventually moved to Dave's golf and Dave felt they were drawing 
close to where he could casually mention Sheri.  He was talking about how 
focused he was and how his morning routine was a big part of that.  He mentioned 
the previous year in BC and was just about to mention things that could distract 
him when Jennifer broke in with, "Dave, I have a confession."

Dave looked at her and his whole train of thought jumped track as his mind 
raced.  "She's been seeing someone else.  She wants to breakup with me.  She's 
mad at me for being with Sarah."  He finally looked at her with a shocked 
expression and asked, "What do you have to confess?"

Jennifer couldn't look him in the eyes and simply stared at her hands as she 
fiddled with her fingers.  Dave's mind was really panicked now.  She finally 
looked in his eyes and with a small tear running from her cheek she confessed, 
"I was really jealous that you might find someone here this week like you did 
last year in BC.  That is why I convinced my parents to let me come here, so I 
could spend time with you and you wouldn't need to find another girl to keep you 
satisfied.  I love you so much and I don't want to lose you again.  I'm sorry, I 
know you have always been honest with me and tell me everything but I also know 
you are very handsome.  You have a friendly personality that wins girls over 
with just a smile and a few words.  I know you don't realize the effect you have 
on girls but I have seen it more and more in the last year.  I'm sorry.  I know 
I can trust you and should trust you; but I'm scared."

Dave was shocked by Jennifer's insecurity.  As she spoke all thoughts of telling 
her about Sheri went out the window and he suddenly felt guilty for even 
thinking about Sheri.  As she finished speaking Dave hugged her tightly and 
spoke softly to her, "Jennifer, I love you more than anyone.  I have never 
cheated on you while we were together and I promise I never will.  You are all I 
need and all I want.  The girl Bob was with last night had a friend who wanted 
me to go to the show with her but I refused because you are the only girl in my 
life right now and you are the only one I want.  I love you and will not do 
anything to betray that love."

Jennifer seemed relieved by his sincere reassurance and she sobbed as she 
replied, "I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

Dave hugged her as he repeated, "You are all I need and all I want."

Jennifer seemed to cheer up and after hugging and cuddling for a while, they 
went into the bathroom and showered.  It was a soft sensual shower and Dave made 
sure Jennifer understood how much he loved her.  He walked her back to her room 
and kissed her goodnight before he said goodnight to his parents.  

He was in a daze as he walked back to his room.  Jennifer's insecurity had 
shocked him.  She was so beautiful and yet just now she had been so vulnerable.   
He was still distracted as he crawled into bed.  

Bob came in about thirty minutes later and quickly went to bed as well.  Bob had 
played poorly that day and dropped to thirtieth position.  Dave wished him 
better luck in the morning as he rolled over and tried to go to sleep.  His mind 
replayed Jennifer's confession and he felt very guilty for having his father 
book at the Comfort Inn.  He kept telling himself he had done nothing wrong but 
the guilt continued to nag him.  He hardly thought about his impending final 
round of golf as he tossed and turned thinking about Jennifer.  He finally fell 
fitfully asleep very late.
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