Free Ell Donsaii 12: Impact! by Laurence E Dahners Page B

putt. He hadn’t imagined that she might be there playing the same day that he, Shan and Raquel played. “Ell!” he said, walking up to her, “Are you playing today too?”
    She looked up and grinned at him, “Yep. With you. Raquel couldn’t make it so I’m filling in.”
    Ryan wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this turn of events. He’d been a little bit pissed that Shan was dragging his wife along on their golf outing in the first place. Of course, Donsaii was a girl too, but Ryan still had an infatuated crush on her. She acted friendly, but a little distant at work—as if she didn’t want him to think of her as possible girlfriend material. Besides, she lived with Bridget and he still dated Bridget occasionally. Oh well, she’ll be nice to look at, even if it’ll be a pain in the ass waiting for her to play off the girls’ tees.
     
    Tommy Wilson hurriedly put on his golf shoes and grabbed his bag. He hadn’t been able to believe it when Ell Donsaii joined the club where he worked as a pro. Tommy had dreamed of meeting her for many years. When she joined the club it began to seem like a possibility. Then this morning Debbie contacted him through his AI to tell them that Donsaii was about to tee off in a threesome! Tommy grabbed his clubs and headed out for the first tee box.
     
    Pete wasn’t surprised to see Tommy Wilson heading down to the tee box at the same time as Ell Donsaii’s threesome approached. When she’d joined, everyone at the club had heard just how much Tommy wanted to meet Donsaii. Sure enough, Pete’s AI spoke in his ear, “Call from Tommy Wilson.”
    Chuckling, Pete said, “I’ll take it, Tommy, what’cha need?” As if I don’t know.
    “Going out for a round Pete. Can I join that threesome?”
    Pete snorted to himself. Trying to keep the laughter out of his voice, he said, “Oh, I don’t know. It’s Ell Donsaii. Don’t you think we should let her have her privacy here on the course?”
    Tommy laughed, “Pete, I know you’re just bustin’ my chops! So I’m gonna call on you to enforce the club’s rules.”
    Pete snickered, “Okay, even though I think it goes against all that’s right in the world.” He disconnected and turned to the threesome getting ready to tee off, “Ms. Donsaii? We have a single, do you mind if he joins your threesome?”
     
    Tommy stepped up to the little group on the tee box, “Hi, Tommy Wilson, one of the pros here at the club, going out for a round to try to keep my game sharp.” He stuck his hand out shaking hands and carefully noting the names of the two men. He turned to Donsaii last. Wow, just as good-looking in person as she is in pictures! “Hello Ms. Donsaii, welcome to our club.” Hopefully she’ll ask me for a few pointers.
    The two guys teed off. Both had decent swings and hit reasonable drives in the 240-250 yard range, though the blonde guy’s shot tailed off into the rough on the right.
    Tommy teed up and nervously addressed the ball. He was surprised to feel this way; after all he’d been playing for years and had a scratch handicap. He realized that he was just worried that he might blow his first shot in front of Donsaii. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and resisted the temptation to hit it really hard. He wanted a decent first shot, because he knew if he blew this first one, he’d play crappy the rest of the day.
    With great relief he felt his swing run right in “the groove” and watched the ball shoot out down the middle of the fairway with a slight draw. It wasn’t a great drive, but blew past the other two guys and it was still something he could be proud of. He wasn’t a huge hitter for a pro, but it should be 280-290 yards.
    Tommy went back and picked up his clubs to walk down to the ladies tee. When he turned around he saw with some embarrassment that Donsaii was teeing up on the men’s tee as well. From the glances they were giving one another, it appeared that the two other men had also