Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (06) It was the Argyle Socks (Part 09)
“Oh Hello” Tally exclaimed “I didn’t know you were playing this morning”
“Erm nnno… nor did I” he stammered “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you either”
If there had been any doubts in their minds that they had been set up by Michael and William they were dispelled when Michael announced the pairs and Tallulah was partnering George.
Although there was some embarrassment evidenced by Tallulah’s red face and Georges stammering they were actually rather pleased.
Tallulah’s only concern involved being able to concentrate on the game and George just hoped he could live up to his pledge to seize the moment.
Tallulah had had fancies over the years, an attractive women doesn’t reach her late twenties without showing or receiving interest but George was different when she looked at him she felt something deeper than mere attraction or lust and that morning was no exception.
Georges interest also ran deeper if not he might have cast a casual eye over the lovely Tallulah and then got on with the Golf.
But George wasn’t just attracted to Tallulah because she was a very attractive woman, nor was it because she was articulate, intelligent, exceedingly good company and a very competent golfer, she was the “one” he knew that without a doubt.
It was a very pleasant morning, warmer than it had been the previous couple of days, but as those few days were actually very cool indeed that wasn’t really saying much.
There was a distinct autumnal feel in the air, but the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and they were both expecting another pleasant round.
“I’ll just get our scorecards” Michael said and then he was gone, “I’ll come with you” William said a moment later hurried after him.
“I enjoyed our game on Friday Tally” George said when they were alone although he wanted to say “I wish I’d kissed you”
“Me too” she agreed but asked inside her head “Why didn’t you kiss me?”
“You played very well” he said awkwardly
“So did you” she remarked equally so
Fortunately they were spared any more agony when the other two returned.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet.
They were teeing off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind them and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead.
It was possible that the majority of “fair weather golfers” had been put off by the mention of thunder.
George mused that Tallulah herself was looking as lovely as the weather,
“When did she not” he thought to himself.
In deference to the Autumnal feel she wasn’t wearing her trade mark large peaked cap, but had gone for a grey flat cap with her blonde hair hidden from view but for a few strands visible sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
Due to the coolness the short flared skirt and ankle socks had been replaced by a more autumnal outfit, a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” George thought to himself.