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

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Chapter Eleven - Old is New

Dave was staring at the ceiling when he heard, "Are you ready to go?"

He looked up at Sarah's pretty smiling face and replied, "Definitely, lead the 
way."

He followed her through the maze she called home and was actually pleased he 
started to recognize some rooms.  They walked out a third backdoor and onto a 
large deck surrounding an expansive pool.  

He quickly peeled off his tee-shirt and dove into the warm water.  He surfaced 
and turned to see Sarah bashfully pull off her tee-shirt, walk to the shallow 
end, and daintily walk down the large pool steps.  Her modest pink bikini looked 
pretty on her and he was surprised that she was not overly tanned.  He first 
thought how, if he had a pool in his backyard, he would spend a lot of time 
relaxing and sunning.  Then he thought about his golf and quickly realized he 
was much too busy to just lay by the pool.

Dave swam a few laps of the pool before he swam over to Sarah.  He asked, "You 
don't look like you sun yourself very much.  Do you swim or tan very often?"

Sarah replied, "No, actually I don't.  I am very busy with my social club at 
school and I also do volunteer work at the local hospital.  I keep very busy."  

Dave had just stood up beside her and she saw the scar on his right shoulder.  
She was staring at it when she asked, "Does it hurt anymore?"

He touched his scar and replied, "No, not anymore."  He noticed she was still 
staring so he added, "You can touch it, if you want."

Hesitantly she reached out and gently ran her fingers over the rough skin.  Dave 
made sure he remained still but the first touch sent a little shock through his 
whole body.  He wasn't sure why but he felt a tingly feeling as she softly 
caressed his shoulder.  He was staring at her soft green eyes and tender-looking 
lips when she looked directly into his glazed-looking eyes and smiled, "I'm glad 
your golf wasn't ruined."

Dave chuckled, "That makes two of us.  But I wouldn't change anything."  He 
looked seriously at Sarah and gently took her other hand in his, "How have you 
been dealing with everything?"

Sarah got very teary-eyed emotional as soon as Dave asked and he pulled her into 
his arms to comfort her.  She explained, "When it first happened I was so 
worried about you getting injured that I didn't think much about what had been 
done to me but after you went home, I thought more and more of what could have 
happened and I got very frightened."  

She was crying on his shoulder and he was consoling her as she continued with 
her story, "I was very upset for a few weeks and Mommy took me to see a 
counselor.  The counselor was a former rape victim herself and we had several 
long, detailed discussions about the whole incident.  Even though I wasn't 
physically raped, I was violated and it took several months to deal with the 
pain and fear.  I'm still nervous when I walk alone in public but now my maid 
Roxanne goes with me everywhere I go and that helps a lot."

Sarah collected herself a little and looked up into Dave's eyes, "I thank God 
every day that you were there to save me because I don't know if I could have 
dealt with being physically raped and, worse, had I got pregnant or caught an 
evil disease..." Sarah started to cry again.  

Dave hugged her tenderly and whispered, "I'm happy I could be there for you."  
He held her for several minutes until she calmed down.

She finally wiped her eyes, stared down at the water, and whispered bashfully, 
"I promised myself I wouldn't cry while you were here - but seeing and touching 
you brought everything back."

Dave put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so her eyes were staring 
into his, "I'm glad I could be there for you then and I'm happy I can be here 
for you now.  If you ever need anything, just ask - we're connected to each 
other now and I will always do whatever I can to help you."  He could see 
adoration in her eyes and, before he really thought about what he was doing, he 
leaned into her and gently kissed her on the lips.

After only a few seconds of contact Sarah pulled back.  She looked surprised; 
Dave at first though he had made a mistake kissing her - but he soon realized 
that she was not upset.  

Sarah was happy he had kissed her but she suddenly felt very uncomfortable with 
the intimate situation and changed the mood by challenging, "I bet I can race 
you to the other end of the pool."  She immediately swam away from him and he 
chased after her laughing and calling that she got an unfair head start.  He 
caught her before the end of the pool and matched her strokes so they reached 
the end together.

The sexual tension had been successfully broken and the two teen friends played 
in the pool for over an hour.  As they exited the pool an attractive young women 
walked out of the house with two towels and passed one to Dave before she helped 
dry Sarah.

Dave dried himself while he stole looks at the pretty woman he assumed to be 
Sarah's maid, Roxanne.  She was taller than Sarah with a stockier build than 
Sarah who was very petit.  Her hair was black and cut very short.  She didn't 
wear any makeup but her natural beauty was almost stunning.  The short, almost 
boyish looking hairstyle was very erotic and Dave's naughty mind began to race.  
Roxanne glanced over at Dave and caught him staring.  A year earlier he would 
have turned away, embarrassed at being caught, but the new confident Dave smiled 
warmly.  She returned the smile, than continued helping Sarah.  

After Sarah was dry she introduced Dave to Roxanne, "Dave, this is Roxanne.  She 
has become a very good friend in the six short months she's been helping me live 
my daily life."

Dave put out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Roxanne.  Any friend of 
Sarah's is a friend of mine."

Roxanne started to reach for his hand but seemed to catch herself; instead, she 
nodded to Dave and replied, "Nice to meet you, Sir.  I have heard many favorable 
stories about you."  Dave was surprised by her suddenly formal reply but smiled 
and nodded himself.  Roxanne continued, "I brought a change of clothes for you, 
Milady.  Would you like to change in the pool house?"

Sarah thanked her, "Yes, thank you Roxanne.  Do you mind showing Dave to his 
room - so he can change for lunch?  I don't think he quite knows his way around 
yet.  Dave, I'll come up and get you shortly."

Dave nodded agreement with Sarah then followed Roxanne as she led him through 
the mansion.  He enjoyed the view from behind the maid as he watched her hips 
sway seductively.  He thought she must have known he was staring because her 
hips swished more and more as they got closer to his room.  When they arrived in 
his now familiar hallway she walked to his door, turned and spoke softly, but 
very formally, "Your room, Sir."

Dave snickered at being called sir, he looked into her eyes and replied, "My 
father is the only one referred to as 'Sir' in my family.  I realize you have to 
keep up appearances but when we're alone, would you please call me Dave?"  She 
smiled and nodded.  He then surprised her by taking her hand and kissing it as 
he said, "It's nice to meet you, Roxanne.  I look forward to seeing more of you 
over the next two weeks."

Dave realized the double meaning of his words after he spoke them and smiled 
warmly.  She actually blushed slightly and replied, "Thank you, Dave."  Then she 
walked away leaving him standing by the door.

Dave strolled into his room then headed right for the bathroom and a refreshing 
shower.  After cleaning the chlorine off, he stepped out of the shower, dried 
his body, and walked into his room drying his hair as he walked.  He was half-
way to the dresser when he heard a squeal from the bed.  By reflex he dropped 
his towel to cover his crotch then glanced over at the bed where a very 
embarrassed and red-faced Sarah was staring at his naked body.  

She started to stutter an apology as she looked down at her hands.  Dave laughed 
to himself then boldly cut off her apology, "Don't apologize.  I'm not 
embarrassed if you're not."  Sarah stood and started to leave so Dave added, 
"You don't have to leave if you don't want to - I don't have anything to hide 
from you."

With a wry smile on her face she replied, "Okay." as she sat back on the bed.  
Dave casually walked over to the dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers.  
He stepped into them and then turned to face a smiling Sarah.  "How should I 
dress for lunch?"  She looked at him quizzically so he added, "Can I wear dress 
shorts or do I need dress pants?"

She nodded understandingly and answered, "Dress shorts are fine.  We aren't too 
formal when we are home - unless we have guests."

Dave asked, "Am I considered a guest?"

She quickly replied, "Yes, a very special guest - but not one that requires 
formal dress attire.  You may be closer to being family than you realize."

Dave walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of pressed dress shorts and a 
golf shirt.  Once he was dressed he did a little turn in front of Sarah and 
asked, "Do I look okay?"

Her face turned red as she said, "I liked you better earlier."

Dave chuckled as he walked to the bed and sat down beside her.  She was staring 
into his eyes when he leaned close to her and kissed her passionately.  He 
noticed that she quivered in his arms as he pulled her close.  The kiss was long 
and soft.  As he pulled away he spoke in a soft whisper. "I have dreamed of 
doing that since the first time I saw you in Vancouver.  You are very 
beautiful."  

He kissed her again softly but their passionate moment was broken by an "Ahem!" 
sound from the door.  They both looked quickly towards the open door and a 
smiling Roxanne informed them, "Lord Thurlow and Lady Dianna are awaiting your 
presence for lunch."

Sarah sighed, relieved that it wasn't her parents but deep down she knew they 
never ventured into this wing of the house.  She bounced off the bed and pulled 
Dave towards the door.  He slowed her and said, "I need something for my feet."  
He had noticed his sandals on the closet floor so he walked over and pulled them 
on before returning to the door and taking Sarah's hand as they followed Roxanne 
downstairs.  Roxanne smiled knowingly at the two guilty teens before she turned 
and led the way to the informal dining room.

Lunch was filled with talk about the upcoming two weeks.  Lord Thurlow suggested 
that Sarah take Dave for a little sight-seeing tour for the afternoon - making 
sure to stop off at Blackheath.  He said he would call ahead to the pro, Harry 
Richardson, and make arrangements for him to meet Dave.  Lady Dianna had a 
friend picking her up and a formal function to attend during the afternoon and 
Lord Thurlow had to go to his office, a company car was already waiting for him 
to finish lunch.  They asked if Dave were tired and he said he was so excited 
about arriving that he was no longer tired in any way.

After lunch, Sarah asked James to have Raymond bring the car around front so she 
and Dave could go on their sight-seeing tour.  Sarah then took Dave's hand and 
led him to the front door and then outside.  Raymond was just pulling around the 
corner of the house and the two teens climbed into the back of the Rolls after 
Raymond opened the door for them.  Sarah gave Raymond explicit directions then 
sat back with Dave.  She hit a button which closed the window between the 
driver's seat and the passenger compartment.  As soon as the glass reached the 
top she cuddled into Dave as if they had been lovers for years.  

Dave enjoyed the tour which included Big Ben and Buckingham Palace.  After 
several hours of touring, the Rolls pulled up a circular driveway with a wooden 
post and chain fence framing the road.  They pulled in front of a large brick 
building.  Raymond opened the door and Dave and Sarah climbed out and walked up 
the front steps.  They found their way to the pro shop where Sarah asked for 
Harry.  

Harry walked out of his office and welcomed Sarah and Dave.  He explained that 
Lord Thurlow had called and arrangements had been made for Dave to have an open 
membership for two weeks.  Harry further explained that many of the members who 
knew Lord Thurlow were aware that Dave was visiting and had said they would 
probably like Dave to join them for a round.  

Dave thanked Harry and asked what time the driving range opened.  Harry said it 
opened at six-thirty in the morning and remained open until eight-thirty at 
night.  Dave nodded his understanding then declared he would be back in the 
morning.  Harry told Dave to just advise him if he needed anything.  Dave and 
Sarah both thanked him as they left the beautiful old clubhouse.

The drive home was filled with animated discussion as Dave exhibited his 
excitement about playing one of the oldest golf courses in the world.  

Sarah and Dave filled the afternoon getting to know each other better.  They had 
come together so quickly with instant trust but they truly didn't know each 
other very well.  Supper was another informal meal with Dave, Sarah, and her 
parents.  Lord Thurlow surprised both of the young people when he announced that 
he had made arrangements for Dave and Sarah to visit the south of France for a 
few days.  He pointedly explained that Roxanne would be their chaperone and he 
had booked separate rooms at two different hotels, one in Marseille for the 
first night and one in Nice for the second and third nights.  They would spend 
Sunday night in Marseille before spending Monday and Tuesday nights in Nice.  
They would return to London on Wednesday.

After supper Sarah talked excitedly about the trip.  She had been to Marseille 
many times but never to Nice.  She and Dave took a long walk through the 
grounds.  They sat in a gazebo and talked about the trip then talked about each 
other's lives.  Dave told Sarah about his exciting winter of hockey.  She 
confessed she knew nothing about the game but was happy to hear his team had won 
a national title.  She told Dave about her friends and her school - she attended 
a private school in London.  She had a school uniform and all.  

Dave teased her about her school uniform and said she would have to model it for 
him.  They were cuddling as they talked and without thinking they started to 
kiss.  The soft kiss grew more passionate and Dave was about to pull Sarah onto 
his lap when they heard an earth-shattering "Ahheemmm!"  They both looked up 
startled and this time they were caught - Lord Thurlow was standing at the 
entrance of the gazebo with Lady Dianna under his arm.

Lord Thurlow asked, "May we join you?"

Dave and Sarah separated quickly and responded together, "Of course."

The Lord and Lady sat in the seat across from the teens and both Dave and Sarah 
were pleasantly surprised that they weren't chastised for making out.  Dave was 
also surprised how informal Lord Thurlow became and he again understood what his 
father had meant that Lord Thurlow acts like a Lord but deep down he is just a 
good man.  Dave knew he could never live a life where he had to act differently 
in public but he understood why Lord Thurlow had to.

The evening was a beautiful summer evening with a light warm breeze blowing 
through the trees.  After talking for several hours, Lady Dianna asked Sarah to 
walk back to the house with her.  Sarah stood up and gave Dave a strange look as 
if suspecting her parents were up to something, but left with her mother.

Dave was a little nervous speaking with just Lord Thurlow as he had never spoken 
to him alone.  Lord Thurlow looked very seriously at Dave and began a speech he 
may have rehearsed several times in his mind, "Dave, after last summer I trust 
you as much as I trust anyone.  I will never be able to fully repay you for what 
you did.  You selflessly sacrificed yourself for my daughter, who at the time 
you hardly knew.  You saved her from an unimaginable fate.  I know you would 
never hurt Sarah but the truth is you are an intelligent, attractive young man 
and she is a very vulnerable young lady.

"Sarah has talked of little else beside you since last summer.  She is 
irresistibly infatuated with you.  I want to speak to you man-to-man.  I love my 
daughter dearly and want only what is best for her.  As I said, I know you are 
of very sound character so please be gentle and careful with her feelings.  Your 
visit will pass quickly and soon Sarah will again be here in England while you 
are in Canada.  I think we both agree that a long-term, long-distance 
relationship is unlikely if not impossible.  I don't plan to lecture you but I 
would like to make one request of you."

Lord Thurlow spoke slowly and watched Dave's reactions; then he waited for Dave 
to indicate he understood.  Dave nodded understandingly, so Lord Thurlow made 
his request, "Please don't rush into anything that might change both your and 
Sarah's lives.  I know you understand what I am talking about.  I'm not telling 
you what you can and what you can't do - I'm only asking that you think long and 
hard before you do anything irrevocable.  Do you understand what I'm asking?"

Dave nodded and then surprised Lord Thurlow by standing and shaking his hand.  
Dave then explained, "Lord Thurlow, your daughter is very beautiful and I have 
quickly become very good friends with her.  I promise I will not do anything 
rash.  I have always been very considerate of my friends' feelings and Sarah is 
no different.  I can see how she feels about me and the truth is I am quite 
enthralled with her as well - but I will not rush into anything.  I promise."

Lord Thurlow shook Dave's hand then released it, "Thank you, Dave.  I appreciate 
your frankness."  The two men then walked back to the house talking about 
Blackheath.  Dave asked about getting to Blackheath and Lord Thurlow explained 
that Raymond would drive him.  Dave asked if six-forty-five was too early in the 
morning.  Lord Thurlow asked why so early and Dave explained his morning routine 
from the previous summer and that he wanted to begin it again starting the next 
day.  Lord Thurlow said that Raymond would not mind the early outings for two 
weeks and that he would be waiting for Dave in the morning.  He further 
explained that he would have James wake him at six-fifteen for breakfast.  Dave 
thanked him and said he could find his own breakfast but Lord Thurlow would hear 
none of it.

Once inside, Dave excused himself by explaining he was finally tired.  Lord 
Thurlow asked if he knew his way and Dave said he thought he did.  Dave wandered 
through a few rooms until he found a stairway.  He climbed the winding oak 
stairs then stared down the two hallways in either direction.  

He knew his room was in the west wing so, based on the back door he entered, he 
knew he had to go left at the top of the stairs.  As he turned left, he saw a 
very familiar ass swaying down the hall.  He followed Roxanne from a distance 
until she turned into a room.  He continued walking and when he reached the door 
she turned into, he noticed it was still partially open.  He looked behind 
himself to make sure no one was watching him then he peeked into the room.

Sarah was sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair.  She was wearing an 
off-white silk looking nightshirt.  Roxanne put some clothes in Sarah's dresser; 
then she walked behind Sarah and began brushing her hair.  Dave heard Sarah 
mention his name but he didn't want to eavesdrop so he gently tapped on her 
door.  Sarah and Roxanne both turned and Dave stuck his head in the door, "I 
just wanted to say goodnight.  Goodnight, Sarah.  Goodnight, Roxanne."

Both replied goodnight so Dave turned and continued down the hallway.  He made a 
couple of turns before he eventually found the hallway where his room was and he 
walked in.  He was so accustomed to leaving his bedroom door open at home that 
he again never considered closing it.  When he walked into his room, he noticed 
that his used clothes from that morning and his bathing suit were both gone from 
where he had left them.  He looked in the dresser and his bathing suit was 
cleaned and back where it had been before he put it on.  He walked to the closet 
and found the clothes he had worn on the trip over, all hanging neatly cleaned.  
He just shook his head as he thought about the servants.

He stripped down to his boxers, placed his shirt and shorts on a chair beside 
his dresser, turned out the lights, and climbed in bed.  He was just dosing off 
when he felt his bed move and a body come in contact with him.  The room was 
dark and he knew it must be Sarah but he waited for her to speak.  Finally she 
asked "Are you awake?"  

He whispered, "Yes."

"Can I get under the covers with you?"

"Yes."

Dave felt the soft silk-covered body cuddle into him and he asked, "Do you think 
it is a good idea for you to sneak in here after we were caught earlier by your 
parents?"

She sniffled, "Do you want me to leave?"

Dave turned and faced her; his one arm was placed under the pillow under her 
head and the other was at his side.  His nose was only inches from hers and he 
could smell her sweet smell.  He moved his arm from his side and ran a hand 
tenderly through her hair as he replied, "I'd love to have you stay the night 
but I don't think it would be wise.  James is going to be waking me early - as 
you know I'm leaving for the course to be there by seven o'clock."

She whispered, "I won't stay long.  I just wanted to ask you what Daddy said.  
Was he angry?"

Dave continued to run his fingers through her soft satiny hair and answered, 
"No.  He is just concerned for the daughter he loves deeply.  He does not want 
anything to happen thoughtlessly."

Dave could feel her hands exploring his sides and, as her hand gently worked its 
way south, he could feel his manhood start to call for loving.  It had been 
several months since he had been with the triplets and, as usual, his little 
hard-head was screaming.  Dave thought that for such a relatively tiny head it 
had incredible ability to cloud and control his much larger brain.  Her hand 
glided over his ass and she gently worked it to the front until he felt her hand 
caressing his hardness through his boxers.

Dave allowed his own hand to slide down her side and he gently cupped her soft 
round breast in his hand; he felt her quickly hardening nipple push into his 
palm.  He kissed her tenderly as he felt her slip her hand inside his shorts and 
take hold of his now rock-hard shaft.

As their lips parted, she confessed, "Dave, I have never touched a penis before; 
are they always this big and hard?  The truth is I'm very scared but I want to 
be with you."

The word "never" echoed through his head and his large head finally took control 
of the situation.  He didn't push her hand away or stop his gently caressing of 
her soft, silk-covered mound.  He simply asked, "Why are you doing this now?"

She whispered, "I have been thinking about you all winter.  You were so brave 
and sacrificed so much that I felt it was the least I could do for you."

Dave moved his free hand up from her breast to the back of her head and he 
kissed her passionately but softly.  He broke the kiss and spoke very 
sensitively and sincerely.  "When I went into that alley last year I didn't do 
it because I wanted anything from you.  After I was shot I didn't think you owed 
me anything.  The simple truth is I saw someone in trouble - a very pretty, 
sweet girl in trouble - and I wanted to help.  As I said earlier, I would do it 
again without hesitating.  I don't expect or want you to do anything because you 
think you owe me.  You owe me nothing."

Sarah started to sob, "But ..."

Dave cut her off softly, "No buts.  There is absolutely no reason for you to be 
in this room except that you want to be here.  Please don't cry.  I'm not 
rejecting you in any way.  I just want you to be here for the right reason.  
Okay?"

Sarah seemed to stop and think about what he was saying to her.  After a moment 
of reflection, she gently pulled her hand from his shorts and whispered, "Okay!"

Dave pulled her close and kissed her softly again.  "You just confessed that you 
have never touched a penis before.  I know where I come from that is not totally 
uncommon but usually there is a reason when a girl our age has not at least 
touched one.  It can be that she's too shy or saving herself for something or 
another reason.  Do you mind if I ask what your reason is?"

Sarah kind of snickered then lowered her head, "You'll think I'm silly.  I don't 
want to say why."

Dave hugged her again tenderly, "I promise I won't laugh; but if you don't want 
to say that's okay, too."

Sarah looked into his eyes, "Well ... the truth is ... this may sound silly but ... 
I've been saving myself for Harry?"

Dave nodded and then asked softly, "Harry who?"  At the time he thought it was a 
reasonable question but on reflection he should have considered that Sarah was 
an English Lady and for whom would an English Lady save her virginity?  But that 
train of thought was nowhere near Dave's brain.  

Sarah didn't reply for a long time but finally said, "Prince Harry?"

As soon as she said it Dave's brain did a big "Dooohhhh".  Of course she was 
saving herself for royalty.  Dave's brain finally kicked into gear and he 
quickly came up with a suitable reply, "You have been saving yourself sixteen 
years; and now, just because I save you from some thugs, you're ready to throw 
your dream away?"

Sarah quickly replied, "You risked your life and your dream of a golf career, 
didn't you?"

Dave's brain was finally be at full-speed and he quickly retorted, "Yes, that 
ended up being the case; but when I entered that alley, getting shot, killed, or 
severely injured was not really a known outcome.  If you and I make love than 
you are definitely putting your dream in significant risk.  I can't let you do 
that without a lot of serious thought first."

Sarah didn't have a reply but just cuddled into Dave's big strong body.  She 
finally said, "Thank you, Dave.  You are right.  I haven't decided what I want 
to do yet - but I will definitely think about it a lot more."  She kissed him 
softly and finished with, "I better get back to my room.  Good night, my good 
sweet knight!"  She rubbed her hand along the side of his head and kissed him 
tenderly once more.

Keeping with the headlines from the previous summer he answered, "Goodnight, my 
Princess."

The bed was suddenly empty and Dave was left with a throbbing hard-on and a 
little head calling him every nasty name that existed.  He thought about 
masturbating but wasn't comfortable enough in his new abode to venture that so 
he tried to go to sleep.  

He finally fell asleep to the little voice below yelling, "Stupid, honorable, 
asshole!  Chicken shit!  I'm horny and you turn away that hot little piece of 
meat!  Ungrateful, that's what you are ungrateful and inconsiderate to my needs!  
First Katherine and now the high princess!  Give me a fucking break!  You're a 
shmuck!  Where are triplets when I need them?"

The next morning Dave felt someone shaking him and, as his head cleared, he 
heard a voice, "Sir, it's time to get up."

Dave looked at the clock and shook the cobwebs from his head.  It was exactly 
six-fifteen.  He pulled himself out of bed as he heard James continue, "Your 
breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, if you would like to freshen up before 
you come downstairs, Sir."

Dave thanked him and groggily walked into the bathroom.  He knew from last 
summer that it would take several days to get into the early morning schedule.  
He used the toilet, washed his face and hands, brushed his very short hair, 
brushed his teeth, and finally went into the bedroom and got dressed.  

He tidied up his bed before he grabbed his golf clubs and golf shoes and headed 
for the front door.  He found his way downstairs then walked in the direction he 
expected to find the front door.  He finally found it, left his golf gear, and 
started wandering through rooms in the direction he thought would lead to the 
kitchen.  As he passed through the informal dining room he saw a breakfast 
spread out on the table and then heard James say, "Your breakfast is ready, 
Sir."  

Dave sat down and ate everything that had been made for him.  James asked, "Do 
you want some more, Sir?"  

Dave replied, "No, thank you; but can you show me to the kitchen?"

James nodded so Dave followed him.  As Dave walked into the kitchen he saw the 
cook and he asked, "Are you Margaret?"

She replied, "Yes, Sir.  Is something wrong, Sir?"

Dave replied, "No the meal was wonderful - but I don't want you getting up just 
to cook for me."

"I don't mind, Sir.  We were so pleased to hear you were visiting us that we 
would do anything for you."

"Thank you; but I'm really not used to being waited on and I would appreciate if 
you would just show me where to find your cereal.  You see, I'm going to insist 
that Lord Thurlow not allow you to make my breakfast.  The food was great but I 
feel guilty enough that Raymond has to drive me and I can't have you and James 
getting up early just for me."

The bewildered cook showed Dave where to find the bowls, silverware, cereal, 
glasses, and milk.

Dave thanked her again before he left the kitchen.  He told James he didn't want 
him waking him.  He thanked him as well, then walked out the front door.

Raymond was waiting and immediately took his clubs and placed them in the trunk.  
As Dave walked beside the car he asked, "Do you mind if I sit up front with you?  
I'd feel kind of stupid sitting in the back alone."

Raymond was surprised but, after a brief consideration, replied, "Yes, Sir; you 
may sit up front if you wish."

Dave nodded then opened the door himself and sat down.  When Raymond sat behind 
the wheel Dave made one more request, "Would you please call me Dave instead of 
Sir.  I find Sir very uncomfortable."

Raymond replied, "Yes Si... I mean yes, Dave"

Dave nodded and settled into the passenger seat for the twenty-minute drive.  
When they arrived at Blackheath, a course staff member removed Dave's clubs from 
the trunk and Dave thanked Raymond, "I'll call when I need a drive home.  
Thanks, Raymond."

Raymond replied, "Have a good day, Dave."

The staff member told Dave where to find the practice balls then pointed him 
towards the practice range.

Dave hit balls for an hour and half as planned before going to the practice 
green to work on his putting.  He found the green very fast and it took at least 
thirty minutes to adjust to the pace.  At ten-thirty, the pro Harry walked to 
the practice green and asked, "Dave, there is a group of three members looking 
for a fourth.  Would you be interested in playing with them?  They are good 
solid golfers with handicaps between four and eight.

Dave smiled and thanked him; then explained he had to call the Thurlow residence 
to tell them he would be later than expected.  Harry said he would call for him 
so Dave asked where the first tee was.  Harry pointed him in the right direction 
then went back to the pro shop.  

Dave reached the first tee and introduced himself to his three playing partners: 
Edward, Richard, and John.  Dave soon found out they all knew Lord Thurlow and 
had heard about the incident of the previous summer.  They welcomed Dave the way 
they would a long-time friend.  The members wanted to play the white tees which 
are the longest tees at Blackheath.  Dave was fine with that and watched as the 
three members hit solid drives down the fairway.  John had pushed his ball 
slightly right into a few trees but it looked playable.

Dave put his tee in the ground then went through his normal pre-shot routine.  
He finally settled over the ball and took a long full swing.  The ball launched 
off the club face and the three members gasped when his ball landed past theirs 
then bounced and rolled even farther down the fairway.  Edward finally said, 
"Blimey, you tagged that one.  Great shot."  

Dave thanked him then picked up his clubs and strolled casually down the fairway 
with the three men.  The four talked about a little match and suggested Dave and 
John team up against Richard and Edward.  The winners got bragging rights.

Dave watched the three members hit their shots into the first green.  John hit a 
nice shot out of the rough and rolled to the front of the green.  Richard landed 
his shot just short of the green and it rolled up into the middle of the green 
close to the pin.  Edward landed his ball short but it didn't release enough and 
finished on the front of the green.

Dave reached his ball and was only one hundred and fifty yards from the pin.  
His drive had been over three hundred and twenty yards.  He settled on the nine 
iron before he went into his routine.  He put a smooth swing on the ball and it 
sailed towards the pin.  He hit it perfect and expected it to stick close to the 
pin but the ball landed pin high then released through the green.  Dave was 
stunned that the green didn't hold.

John walked up beside Dave and asked, "First time playing a British course?  You 
have to bump and run most shots into these greens.  They don't bite like North 
American style greens."  Dave walked up the fairway in a daze.  He settled over 
his ball at the back, pitched a nice shot to within three feet, and sank the 
putt for par.  Edward and Richard both missed their puts so the match remained 
square after one hole.

The second hole was much shorter -under four hundred yards.  The order remained 
the same with Dave hitting last.  He watched the other three players hit 
drivers.  Richard's ball found a sand-trap left of the fairway while John and 
Edward both hit the fairway around the one hundred and fifty yard marker.  

Dave pulled out his three wood and hit it perfectly.  The ball landed in the 
fairway and rolled past both Edward and John's solid drives.  They again shook 
their heads at Dave's length.  As they strolled down the fairway the three men 
asked Dave about QAI and his golf the previous summer.  

When Dave reached his ball he had one hundred and thirty yards to the middle of 
the green.  The pin was at the front and he had observed all three members try 
to bump and run their shots onto the green.  He pulled out his pitching wedge 
then put it away for his sand wedge.  He normally hit his sand wedge about one 
hundred and ten yards and his pitching wedge one hundred and thirty yards.  He 
was sort of between clubs but he went with the sand wedge.  He hit a smooth sand 
wedge and the ball landed short of the green then kicked hard to the right and 
rolled into the sand trap beside the green.

Dave was again confused.  This new style of bump and run golf was very foreign 
to him and he couldn't get comfortable with how to hit his approach shots.  His 
shot from the sand trap was distracted, he was thinking about his approach shot, 
and after he blasted out of the trap, he left himself a twenty-foot par putt.  
He missed and went to one over par.  

The next twelve holes continued with similar results but Dave was starting to 
finally get the feel for the bump-and-run on the fifteenth hole - he bounced a 
pitching wedge into the green from a hundred yards out.  The ball stopped three 
feet from the hole and Dave rolled in his first birdie of the day to get back to 
five over par.

He finished the last three holes one under for a seventy-four.  Edward was the 
low man with a seventy-two while Richard was seventy-three and John was seventy-
seven.  Dave and John lost their match two holes down with one hole to play (two 
and one) and Edward and Richard teased them.  John finally said, "You two are 
just lucky Dave didn't catch onto the bump-and-run until late in the round or we 
would have won easily."  Both men had to nod agreement to that and they all 
wished Dave a good visit and invited him to join them again if he had a chance.

Dave thanked them for the fun and educational day then walked into the pro shop 
and asked to use a phone.  The staff member behind the counter replied, "Would 
you like me to call the Thurlow residence, Mr. MacDonald?"

Dave answered, "Yes, thank you; and please call me Dave.  Mr. MacDonald is still 
in Canada, married to my mother."  

The staff member nodded and smiled then added, "You can store your clubs here 
for the night and we will clean them for you; that's part of your membership."  
Dave thanked him and the staff member made a second phone call to the storage 
area.  Dave met a storage staff member outside the pro shop and pointed out his 
clubs.  He thanked the staff member then walked around front to wait for his 
drive.

He had only been in London for a little over one day and already it had become a 
full-blown new adventure.  It was strange to have staff waiting on him hand and 
foot.  Sarah was acting much different than he had expected and the golf was 
incredibly different.  He thought how North America was considered the new world 
but the Old Country was a whole new experience for Dave.