Chapter 11

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty am on Saturday morning. I realized I was snuggled up next to Tamara. Those kinds of realizations are necessary when you haven't been beside anyone for the past six months. It was very nice though.

I lay there for a few minutes just looking at her. What had happened that brought her into my life. Was it Fate, destiny, Miller Genuine Draft? Who knows and who really cares. This brought back a poem I wrote many years ago:

When Paths Cross

Alas we can but follow the paths set forth in our destiny...

If by chance our two paths cross, then we may enjoy each other's company till they again go their separate ways...

We will never know how much time we have together...

So we must make the most of these precious moments...

My love, please don't ask why... or how long...

Just give to me the feelings that you feel for me and I'll in turn love you as no one before or no one after...

Your memory will remain with me when you no longer can...

I have lived and loved by that premise for many years. It allows my heart to heal in between relationships.

I gently woke Tamara with kisses to her bare back. She rolled over and smiled at me. "Hmmm... good morning," she said as she stretched.

"Yes," I said. "It is a good morning. But I have some bad news. I have to get up and get going. I have a golf game at nine."

"Would you like me to fix you some breakfast? Or coffee?" she asked.

"No, you just go back to sleep. I'll grab my clothes and let myself out," I said.

She didn't argue, but watched me as I put my clothes on. I kissed her and left.

My mind pondered the previous couple of days' events as I drove home. None of the feelings I had were bad. I was okay with Tamara being my lady. I stopped by McDonald's on the way for breakfast, but being in the Jag, I waited until I got home to eat.

It took about an hour to clean up and leave for the clubhouse. Being this close to the course wasn't something I knew before I came into the money, but I was getting used to it.

Another nice thing about being a member is that I had my clubs stored and cleaned there. So once I checked in, my clubs were brought out for me. I went to the coffee bar and got my second cup of the morning.

I was playing with Sheila's husband, Frank, George, and Tom. They are all members but only Tom lives in the subdivision. I walked out and grabbed the cart with my clubs. I then headed to the driving range to loosen up. The other three usually shot in the high 70's to low 80's, while I was always struggling to break into the 80's.

I saw Frank getting his clubs out of his car, so I stopped and picked him up. We had just started hitting some range balls when George and Tom showed up.