Golf Shop or Victoria's Secret

There are no graphic sex scenes in this story, sorry.

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Thanks for your attention and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Timing is everything or so an old platitude says.

I mean just think about it. A minute either way going through an intersection determines if you are hit by a driver running a red light. You think of a business opportunity or an invention only to find out that you're a little late, someone has beaten you to it. You buy some stock and it goes up and you make a large profit or it goes down and you lose your investment, tis all a matter of timing. And important to me, a micro second either way determines if you hit that perfect golf shot.

Timing is everything.

Timing brought about a strange occurrence in my marriage. Let me tell you my story.

I am a 29 year old frustrated golfer. My name is Dillon Gallagher and as my name suggests I'm Irish as is my wife Sloane, who is 26. Her maiden name was Riley, so we are about as Irish as you can be and not live in Ireland.

I would like to think that women would find me attractive enough to dream about me, but I don't think so. At 6 feet 2 and 200 pounds, I'm a little above average in size. I'm what was once called Black Irish with black hair, grey eyes, and a fair complexion. I earned spending money in college as a bouncer for two or three bars and taverns and I'm still within 5 pounds of my college weight.

My nose has been broken and my face has a couple of scars. The scars and the broken nose were courtesy of three disgruntled patrons at a bar where I was working. They were raising hell and I calmed them down; two of them were unconscious by the time I was finished. Subduing them cost me my boyish good looks; just kidding about that boyish crack. The best compliment that I ever received was that I was ruggedly handsome; maybe that's just rugged.

I was going to college on a golf scholarship. I know, it's not like football or baseball but it paid for my education. My dream was to play professionally on the PGA Tour. However, the chances of becoming successful as a pro golfer are usually slim and none.

The tour is full of guys living from tournament to tournament who don't really make a lot of money. Of course most of them don't really care because it beats working at a real job for a living. Once every two or three decades you have a natural like Tiger Woods come along, but not often.

Knowing that the odds were against me, I made sure to actually get an education. So many scholarship athletes forget about the educational side of college and then end up pumping gas or something. That wasn't going to be me. I majored in Computer Science for two reasons; there was a lot of money to be made in that field and I really liked messing with computers. It turns out that I was smarter than even I thought.

The first two weeks after graduation I was practicing for the Q School (qualifying tournament). The top 25 players and ties earn their PGA tour cards for the next year, which allows them to enter and play in the pro tournaments. Just a little background.

I decided to take a couple of days off and relax by taking an overnight ride on my Harley to a close by state park. Either the driver of the delivery van didn't see me or just didn't care. Our vehicles met at a crossroads and with his being much bigger I was the one injured.

The accident had two very bad results for me. First, my Harley was wrecked beyond repair, it was totaled. My insurance company didn't care that it was a vintage bike that I had rebuilt from the frame up and only paid me for a used motorcycle. The second bad thing was that my right shoulder was screwed up. Screwed up so bad that I had to give up my dream of the PGA tour. I was later able to play golf again but not at the level needed for the tour. See how smart I was; I actually got an education in college that I could use to make a good living.

There was one good result of that accident. It led me to my future wife; Sloane was one of my nurses for the two weeks I was in the hospital. As I got to know her I thought that maybe the accident wasn't such a bad thing after all. I don't think she felt the same way as I did.

Sloane is tall for an Irish lass at 5 feet 9 with a body just this side of voluptuous. Her dark red hair (actually almost auburn), her startling blue eyes, and the freckles across her nose make her a woman that men notice. If those men could see the rest of her freckles they would dream about her at night.

Now where women were concerned, I was far from being a novice. I had more than my share of the coeds at school and I knew my way around. But when Sloane would give me a sponge bath or lean over me to fluff my pillows my body reacted with an embarrassing response, in spite of my previous experience with women. I know she had to see my reaction to her but she never mentioned it or reacted except to get a little coy smile on her face. She was driving me crazy.

That last week in the hospital I asked Sloane out at least once a day with the same results. No thank you, I'm not interested she would say. Sloane wasn't snobbish or mean or angry each time she turned me down, but it was a rejection just the same. I think she enjoyed the game but wasn't going to go out with me. Ever notice that the more someone says you can't have something the more you want it?

My last night in the hospital, Sloane was my night nurse. I decided on a different tactic for that evening. I purposely didn't speak to her other to answer medical questions. Finally the suspense got to her.

"Aren't you going to ask me out tonight? You're going home tomorrow and you won't have another opportunity," Sloane teased me with a smile.

"Nope, you had your chance. You'll have to explain it to your parents," I replied giving her a puzzle to figure out.

"Explain what to my parents and what do they have to do with it?" Now I had her hooked.

"You will have to explain that you rejected the father of their future grandchildren."

Sloane didn't know if she should laugh or take me seriously. She didn't know until I started laughing and then it was contagious. After we both settled down, I looked at her intensely.

"Seriously Sloane, I've gotten to know you while I've been in here and I like you a lot. Let me take you out, just once, and if you don't have a good time or don't feel something I'll never bother you again."

"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"

"No, not really. I figure that if you go out with me and don't enjoy it then I at least had one evening with you. It's more than I had when I came in here," I told her as I smiled.

Sloane was quiet and I thought I had blown it entirely and then that sunshine bright smile appeared.

"Okay, one date, but you have to promise to leave me alone after that. Yes?"

"It's a deal. Now what time will you pick me up Saturday evening?"

"Pick you up? You should be the one to pick me up," she said.

"Normally I would, but my Harley is in the junk yard and it's my only means of transportation. Even if it wasn't, I can't ride a bike with this bum shoulder," I informed her.

We went to dinner, stopped for a drink and then she took me to my place. I invited her in for coffee and she didn't leave until late the next morning. No we didn't sleep together, at least not the way you mean. I have this huge pillow called a crash pad that's big enough for two people to lie on. We sat on it talking and went to sleep holding each other. It was almost perfect. Needless to say, that wasn't our only date.

We talked almost every day on the phone and had been dating at least once a week for about 8 weeks when she showed up at my apartment unexpectedly. I opened my door and was totally surprised. I wondered if I had forgotten a date or was I supposed to meet her somewhere?

Sloane kissed me hello and waltzed past me into the apartment. She flopped down on my crash pad and asked for a beer. What the hell? She never drank in the afternoon; I know I had tried to get her to. I gave her a beer and sat down next to her.

"Did I forget a date or something Sloane? I'm glad to see you but what are you doing here?" I was puzzled.

"I have some questions for you, will you answer them truthfully Dillon?"

"Sure, I've never lied to you yet and I won't start now," I responded, surprised at the question. What had I done, I thought?

"Do you find me attractive?"

"What, are you serious?" I answered.

"As a heart attack. Answer the question Dillon," Sloane ordered.

"You're beautiful." I had no idea where this was going.

"Do you think of me as more than just someone to date on weekends?"

"Sloane, if I've done.........," I began to try and cover my ass. She interrupted me.

"Just answer the question. Am I more than just a weekend date?"

I nodded yes at her. I was beyond words because I didn't understand all of this.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

Another nod.

"Do you want to make love to me?"

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger. This was a trick question; I could be in big trouble either way I answered. There are certain questions that you can't answer correctly. Does this (slacks, skirt, dress etc) make me look fat is a no win situation. No matter how you answer, you're in trouble.

Sloane was waiting, and waiting a little impatiently I think, as she was tapping her fingernails on her beer bottle. Finally I decided that truth was the best policy in this instance. If I screwed up it was because I was truthful at least.

"Yes, Sloane. I've wanted to make love to you since that first day in the hospital. That's why I had the er, er; that's why I got so excited when you got close to me. Yes I've dreamed of making love to you." There now whatever happened I had told the truth.

The smile she gave me could have lit up the whole room. Sloane leaned over and kissed me and as I started to reach for her, she sat back.

"One more question. Why haven't you tried to get me into bed?"

Again I had to hesitate before answering, "Sloane I'm falling in love with you, more than that, I respect you. I was afraid if I pushed too soon or too much, I would chase you away. I wanted to show you that as much as I want to make love to you, that I want you for more than just your sexy body." I was back on solid ground now; I know that was the correct answer. Besides being the smart thing to say, it was the truth. I was still on my truth kick.

I've never understood how a woman can cry and smile at the same time, but that was what Sloane was doing. She stood up, pulled me to my feet, and led me down the hall to my bedroom. That afternoon, evening, and the next morning was about as perfect as it could be.

The only time we got dressed was to go to the kitchen for something to eat. Sloane wore one of my T-shirts and I had on running shorts both of which came off quickly when we decided to break in the kitchen table. We might have spent the whole day in the apartment but Sloane had to be at work at 3PM and I had a business meeting at 2.

I jumped into my car to go meet a classmate from college. Yes I had a car now. When the insurance company settled on my bike I didn't get enough to replace it, even if I could have found one. Instead of getting a what I thought of as a lesser bike, I bought an old beater of a car. It looked like hell but it ran like new. The rest of the money, about eight thousand dollars, I put in the bank. It was my fall back money.

I met Brian at my favorite bar & grill; they served great burgers and I was famished. Brian was into electronics the way I was into computer systems. He and I had worked together on one of his projects in school because he needed a user friendly computer dude to help him with his work. We spent long hours and used many cases of beer doing his thing and became friends as well as colleagues.

Over lunch Brian explained that he invented a gadget that made secure radio communications work better. He had a couple of big contracts lined up but was short of startup money to build prototypes. No gadgets to show the companies, no big contracts. Brian said that he had put up 20 thousand dollars but needed another ten to get into production. That's where he hoped I would come in. For 10 thousand he would give me 35 percent of the company.

I had 8 thousand from the insurance settlement and another 3 in my account. Two weeks after I got out of the hospital I had gotten a position with a national shipping and delivery company; I won't mention the companies name but you can read it on the side of the big brown trucks running around. I had money coming in and no real plans for the nest egg so I agreed to help Brian with his company. The guy was so smart he just had to succeed I thought.

For the first three quarters of that year I didn't get any return on my investment, but for the next three and a half years I received a nice check every quarter. I had my investment back by the end of the year; the rest was all gravy. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Back to Sloane and me.

I left Brian and went home; I thought I would get some sleep before Sloane got off work. No sleep for me, Sloane was sitting on my crash pad painting her toe nails wearing a pair of lace panties and one of my T-shirts. It was a very distracting view.

"What are you doing back? I thought you had to work this evening. Not that I'm complaining."

"I got to the hospital and they had screwed up the schedule. They had too many nurses on duty tonight and asked for volunteers to give up the shift. I was the first one to volunteer and here I am. Glad to see me?"

I showed her how glad I was to see her as Sloane and I resumed our work out from the previous night. It was a good thing I had a couple of more days off because I didn't have the energy to go to work.

We were married six months later.

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Four years have gone by and Sloane and I are as happier than ever. Our home life is great, our jobs are really good. We are thinking about starting a family as soon as we get a little nest egg put aside. In addition I got some great; I mean hit it out of the ballpark or hole in one, great news last week. I had just come from my new financial manager's office with good news. Yes, as of last week I have a financial manager.

Remember my friend and partner Brian? His, I mean our, little company had done so well that a very big company bought us out for about a gazillion bucks. My share came to just over 2 million dollars, that's why the financial manager. He is the same one that my dad uses and if Dad trusts him I guess I can too. Anyway if you can't trust your brother who can you trust?

There was a little side trip that I made on my way home. I had just parked in front of my favorite golf shop because I planned to buy the newest Callaway driver for Sloane as an anniversary present. And since she didn't play golf, I would get to use it.......No not really, but I did know a guy at work that would do things like that.

He would buy a power tool or golf club or fishing gear for his use but gave this stuff as a present to his wife for a birthday, anniversary, or even Christmas. He's been divorced for about two years now.

After the accident my golf wasn't at the same level as before and I used everything I could to play better. They say you can't buy a golf game, but I was going to try. Maybe the new driver will get back the twenty yards I lost after my accident. There is a Victoria's Secret next door to the golf shop which is strange until you think about the marketing strategy.

If a wife comes to the golf shop with her husband, normally she will go next door while he tries to find the newest gadget to help his game. He buys something and she buys something. If a husband comes to the shop alone and spends too much money on his gadget he will go next door to Vicky's and get something for his wife to help fade the heat a little. On the reverse side, a wife might spend a little too much and go next do for some little gadget or golf balls to smooth things over. Maybe the greatest piece of sales marketing in history.

Anyway I had just opened to door to the golf shop and I noticed a woman coming out of Victoria's. It was the hair color that attracted my attention. That woman has the same color hair as Sloane, I thought. Wait it was Sloane and she was carrying a large shopping bag. I started to yell to get her attention but then thought she was planning a surprise for me and kept quiet.

It was Wednesday, and our wedding anniversary so Sloane and I were going out to dinner to celebrate. My darling wife was going to surprise me tonight after we got home from dinner, I thought. What a great gal! I had already gotten a very nice necklace and matching earrings for Sloane. There was an even bigger surprise that I had for her; the asset summary sheet from my brother showing our net worth at over 2 million dollars. We'll see who has the biggest surprise I thought, giggling to myself.

Sloane was going to do something extra nice for me on our anniversary because she normally didn't wear sexy lingerie. She said that it was a waste of money because it wasn't on long and just ended up on the floor. She said we didn't need it to turn each other on and I agreed with her. But I wouldn't mind seeing her in some sexy under things. Hey shoot me. I'm just a man and we have that kind of stuff hard wired into our brains.

That night after our exquisite dinner out, I was in bed leaning up against the headboard waiting for my surprise from Sloane. She came out of the bathroom wearing the usual oversized T-shirt. I was disappointed, no sexy underwear tonight, I guess. Then I thought she was going to wait until the weekend because we both had to work the next day. Of course she didn't know about the money and that we didn't have to work unless we wanted to. Oh well, I can wait and surprise her at the same time.

The next morning I went into work and went to see my boss. I gave him my two week notice and told him I would get my crew up to speed before I left. My sense of honor wouldn't just let me quit and walk out; the company had been good to me and I felt I owed them.

He proposed that I continue as a consultant a couple of days a week. There would be times that I had to work more than that but my schedule would basically be up to me. I was sure that Sloane would want to keep working, at least part time. You can only play so much golf, I thought. I wasn't someone who could just sit around so the consulting seemed like a winner.

Saturday rolled around and Sloane and I concentrated on some projects around the house. Not a very exciting day but tonight will be special I thought. I could hardly wait for bed time. Once again I was in bed waiting for Sloane to put on her show. I had the financial report in the drawer of the night stand ready to spring my surprise.

She came out in the same T-shirt she always wore. What the hell? Where is the sexy underwear? What is she waiting for? I was really disappointed. Nothing on Sunday night either and now I was beginning to wonder what was going on.

Monday morning Sloane got ready and left for work before me; she had an early shift at the hospital. I was getting dressed to start my last two weeks as a day by day working stiff. I was sorting thru my shirts and saw the edge of a bag behind some of Sloane's shoe boxes in the back of the closet. Really, it was an accident, I wasn't snooping or anything. Well, maybe I was snooping a little.

It was the bag was from Victoria's Secret and contained three or four sets of very sexy lingerie, the type that I expected Sloane to wear for my surprise. But when was she going to model those outfits for me? And why so many outfits since Sloane thought they were a waste of money. And why were they hidden way in the back of the closet? I couldn't understand why she would wait; I mean our anniversary was the perfect time to wear something special like that.