"Hey, honey." Jake smiled as he returned home on a Friday evening from a long day at the hospital wearing a clean set of scrubs. "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"
"None that I can think of?" She looked down at the calendar on her phone. "Oh, yes. I do have an appointment for a manicure in the morning but, what did you have in mind?" She perked up, hoping for a weekend getaway.
"My folks invited us out to the club for the day. Some lunch and maybe 9 holes with Dad if the weather is nice." He spoke hesitantly as Whitney didn't really get along well with his parents. She liked them and all, but they were very guarded and arrogant which, made the relationship a bit challenging, to say the least.
"Wait, your Dad is willing to play with me? I thought he thought that women didn't belong on the course?" She was both excited and curious about the invitation.
"You know he's scared of you." Jake replied with a little smile recalling how he's never won a match against his wife. She went to college on a full scholarship and carried her team to conference titles in her junior and senior years.
"Afraid to lose to a girl?" She shrugged.
Jake chuckled. "Yup. My guess is he's got a new club or is really playing well." His father was a bit obsessive about golf, well, everything in general. That's what made him such a successful surgeon (in his day) and now his focus is primarily on golf, and poker.
Whitney shrugged. "Um, why not, wouldn't hurt to get out of the city for the day. Is your schedule clear?" She raised a brow at her husband knowing that something always came up.
"I have to round in the morning, early, around 6 and then my Dad wanted me to observe his procedure at 9. So would you be ok with taking the train out?" He smiled wide, genuinely thinking that this plan would work.
"Sure, I guess." She rolled her eyes a bit knowing there would be some form of change in plans.
"Oh shit!!!! I have to get something to wear!" She always found it hard to live up to the standards of his parents, no less, the other members of their posh club.
She fumbled for her bag and was half way out the door before she turned and kissed Jake on the cheek.
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Whitney returned an hour or two later to find Jake passed out in bed. She watched him sleep for a few minutes. His work schedule really got to him but he always tried to make time for her. Tried. Being a young surgical resident and having to follow in his father's footsteps was no picnic. She knew that. But, sometimes she just wished that things would come as easy to him as they did his father.
She got ready for bed and cuddled up next to him eventually drifting to her side as she fell asleep.
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Whitney awoke the next morning to find Jake already gone. 6am rounds she remembered.
She took a shower and had a light breakfast. She was nervous. She hadn't played in a while and didn't want to look like a fool.
She tossed on a little preppy dress and packed a bag with all of her stuff and headed downtown to the train.
On the way, she got a text. "We're running late. But, I had a guy drop off your clubs at the club so you're all set. Locker room is downstairs. Just follow the signs and then check-in at the Pro Shop and they'll set you up."
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She arrived at the club around 10am. The place was bustling with people trying to catch their respective tee times. She found her way to the Ladies Locker Room and was assigned a Guest Locker in a back corner.
She hated locker rooms as she was very shy about her petite figure. Yet, all the old ladies with their saggy breasts and hairy mounds were more than happy to display it to the world.
When she got her stomach back, she quickly changed into her golf attire and applied a thick layer of sunblock and headed out to the pro shop where they set her up with a cart and range balls and showed her around a bit.
She settled in at the driving range and waited for Jake and his father to show up.
"None that I can think of?" She looked down at the calendar on her phone. "Oh, yes. I do have an appointment for a manicure in the morning but, what did you have in mind?" She perked up, hoping for a weekend getaway.
"My folks invited us out to the club for the day. Some lunch and maybe 9 holes with Dad if the weather is nice." He spoke hesitantly as Whitney didn't really get along well with his parents. She liked them and all, but they were very guarded and arrogant which, made the relationship a bit challenging, to say the least.
"Wait, your Dad is willing to play with me? I thought he thought that women didn't belong on the course?" She was both excited and curious about the invitation.
"You know he's scared of you." Jake replied with a little smile recalling how he's never won a match against his wife. She went to college on a full scholarship and carried her team to conference titles in her junior and senior years.
"Afraid to lose to a girl?" She shrugged.
Jake chuckled. "Yup. My guess is he's got a new club or is really playing well." His father was a bit obsessive about golf, well, everything in general. That's what made him such a successful surgeon (in his day) and now his focus is primarily on golf, and poker.
Whitney shrugged. "Um, why not, wouldn't hurt to get out of the city for the day. Is your schedule clear?" She raised a brow at her husband knowing that something always came up.
"I have to round in the morning, early, around 6 and then my Dad wanted me to observe his procedure at 9. So would you be ok with taking the train out?" He smiled wide, genuinely thinking that this plan would work.
"Sure, I guess." She rolled her eyes a bit knowing there would be some form of change in plans.
"Oh shit!!!! I have to get something to wear!" She always found it hard to live up to the standards of his parents, no less, the other members of their posh club.
She fumbled for her bag and was half way out the door before she turned and kissed Jake on the cheek.
_______________________________________________________
Whitney returned an hour or two later to find Jake passed out in bed. She watched him sleep for a few minutes. His work schedule really got to him but he always tried to make time for her. Tried. Being a young surgical resident and having to follow in his father's footsteps was no picnic. She knew that. But, sometimes she just wished that things would come as easy to him as they did his father.
She got ready for bed and cuddled up next to him eventually drifting to her side as she fell asleep.
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Whitney awoke the next morning to find Jake already gone. 6am rounds she remembered.
She took a shower and had a light breakfast. She was nervous. She hadn't played in a while and didn't want to look like a fool.
She tossed on a little preppy dress and packed a bag with all of her stuff and headed downtown to the train.
On the way, she got a text. "We're running late. But, I had a guy drop off your clubs at the club so you're all set. Locker room is downstairs. Just follow the signs and then check-in at the Pro Shop and they'll set you up."
__________________________________________________________
She arrived at the club around 10am. The place was bustling with people trying to catch their respective tee times. She found her way to the Ladies Locker Room and was assigned a Guest Locker in a back corner.
She hated locker rooms as she was very shy about her petite figure. Yet, all the old ladies with their saggy breasts and hairy mounds were more than happy to display it to the world.
When she got her stomach back, she quickly changed into her golf attire and applied a thick layer of sunblock and headed out to the pro shop where they set her up with a cart and range balls and showed her around a bit.
She settled in at the driving range and waited for Jake and his father to show up.
