Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (06) It was the Argyle Socks (Part 06)
Tallulah played golf every day, sometimes twice a day.
But Philomena and Michael couldn’t play with her all the time.
Aunty Phil had other things she wanted to do and people she wanted to catch up with and Michael had to go off to Antique Fairs and auctions.
She knew quite a few of the members at the club so getting a game wasn’t an issue but she found herself attracted to George Vineyard despite the fact he was a bit lippy so she took him up on his offer several times during the course of the week and also had lunch with him a couple of times.
They played their third round together on Friday morning as a two ball and considering the clement weather the course was very quiet.
So they tee-ed off at 10.30 with no one waiting behind them and the twosome in front of them were probably two holes ahead.
George thought Tallulah was looking as lovely as the weather, wearing a large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with yellow trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white Golf shoes and a yellow glove and it was as she retrieved her ball from the cup on the first green that he noticed that even her knickers were white with yellow piping.
George was attracted to Tallulah from the first moment he laid eyes on her but he was reluctant to act on his attraction she was after all a Lady, not that she ever used the title but she was a Lady nonetheless.
She was also graceful, cultured, refined, you name it she ticked the box, but he had none of that.
He wasn’t a poor man and he also had an expensive education but socially they were worlds apart, he only knew about two things Golf and Clocks.
Having said all that she had never made him feel like he didn’t belong in her company.
Tallulah had studied George’s physical form while they played and had not found it wanting, she also liked the sense of family that he clearly possessed.
But one of the key things about him that she was attracted to was one of his physical attributes, his height.
Tallulah was a tall girl, which didn’t detract from her elegance or grace but when she was with men she was more often than not taller than they were and it made her feel self-conscious but because of his stature George made her feel feminine, and that was important to her.
Tallulah was undoubtedly a very attractive woman but there was more to her than that, although he was distracted by her finer points, like the way her hips moved when she struck the ball, and the way her breasts kept moving after the ball had gone, the way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway and the way her buttocks clenched when she was preparing to putt, but despite all of the obvious he could sense there was more to her than merely the aesthetic.
Well despite the fact they were both preoccupied with the physical attributed of their opponent they both managed to card a pretty fair score.
Tallulah was having a better round and by the time they reached the 17th tee Tally was 2 shots ahead of George.
Which didn’t bother him on any level, he wasn’t a macho man who couldn’t bear to lose to a woman and quite frankly he had never been a competitor.
It never mattered to him who won as long as it was enjoyable and playing with Tallulah had been fun.
Tallulah was possessed of a similar mindset, being raised with the mantra of “it’s only a game”.
To some of course it was more than that and winning was all that mattered.
George always avoided playing with people like that if he could help it and there were plenty of that ilk.
Tally he was pleased to note was not one of them.