Page 32 of Your Fan Forever
“Helps to have a dual millionaire income, too. ” I said. I stopped at the next putting green. I got out of the golf cart and checked out the view. It was amazing from every angle, from every vantage point. The par three green sat nestled in a small valley between two mountains. The course was sculpted out of the mountain, the undulations of the course worked over the peaks and valleys of the terrain. It became disorienting at times. The whiskey helped that,too.
“Your girl has money.” Preston handed me myputter.
“She doesn’t have full access to it until she turns twenty-five.” We walked on the green step for step. I reminded me of when we played together in college. We always stepped on the field at the same time, left first and then right first to follow. It was our ritual. Even seven seasons in, every time I step on a football field, I missedit.
“Yeah, I forgot, you like emyoung.”
“Dude. It’s only a four-year difference. Although …” I rubbed myface.
Preston crouched down to line up hisputt.
“What?”
“I don’t know.” I walked over to my ball, marked it, picked it up, and cleaned it. “Ever since we got engaged, she’s been off. Maybe she’s too young to getmarried.”
“What do you mean…” Preston stopped in mid sentence to make his putt. He stayed in his putting stance until the ball dropped into center of the hole with a plop. “Off.”
“I don’t know. I thought she’d be more excited. More enthusiastic aboutit.”
“She sounded enthusiastic last night.” Preston leaned over, picked up his ball, and smirked. “And I'm not talking aboutdinner.”
“Dude.” My face scrunched up. “You listened to us have sex?” I closed my eyes and openedthem.
“I may have walked by your door,” he chuckled. "When I took the dogs out. It sounded like you didn't want to be interrupted.” Prestonhowled.
“Youpervert.”
“I’m just proud I taught you right.” Henodded.
“You taught me what, exactly?” Iasked.
“How to please a woman?” Preston looked around. “Wait. That didn’t soundright.”
“Yeah it didn’t.” I leaned down to place my ball and line up myputt.
Preston squatteddown.
“You remember Brittany.” Prestonchuckled.
“Yeah, I remember Brittany.” I could feel my ears getting warm. It was mine and Preston's one and only sexual exploittogether.
Not with each other, we made damn sure our swords didn’t cross, but Brittany had a fantasy and she was hot and we were in college and did stupid shit backthen.
“I’ll give Brittany some credit, but I learned nothing from you.” I nudgedhim.
“Okay,” Preston held his hands up. “ I’ll let you keep your fantasy in order to preserve your preciousego.”
“Can we get back to Callie and I?” I held a handout.
Preston laughed as he walked to the side of the green and waited for me toputt.
I took a practice swing, then sunk my putt for abirdie.
“Nice.” Preston said. “Do you think she doesn’t want to do theforeverthing withyou.”
“No. I really don’t think that’s it.” I rubbed my face. “We were made for eachother.”
“You still think she trying to live out some unrealistic fantasy with you?” Prestonasked.
