Marla's Jealousy

As the Maple Grove golf tournament approaches, Marla Conyers, Maple Grove's preeminent woman golfer, is ticked that she's sharing the spotlight with two coeds who can barely swing a short iron.

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This is a new installment leading up to the Maple Grove golf tournament.

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Marla strode up the 18^th fairway, eyeing her ball lying several yards from the green with pitching wedge in hand.

Jerry drove the cart and parked behind. “Looking good.” He took his pitching wedge and putter and walked to the opposite side.

Marla didn’t hear the comment because she was in her own world.

She had reached the spot on only two strokes, one of her best, but only because she was being fueled more from a sense of jealousy than athleticism.

The Lynx was tough but she was tougher. No one in Maple Grove hit a ball like she did and the records still standing at Watomah University were proof. Yet, no one seemed to care. Those damned coeds were getting the attention.

She stood over the ball, placed the club face behind and swung, connecting and sending in a lazy arc onto the grass and rolling, rolling, rolling toward the cup and, blip, in.

“Fantastic,” said Jerry, removing the flag. He had pitched his about fifteen feet from the hole.

“Of course.” Marla wore her normal fashionable knit pullover and shorts. “I mean, thank you.”

Jerry walked to his ball and lined up for his putt while Marla turned, eyed the clubhouse, and caught sight of Linda Alvarez on the driving range with her two young golfing buddies in their tight skirts and lithe bodies swinging back and forth, knocking balls left, right, and sometimes straight.

That’s where everyone’s attention had gone: to the two nymphos from the university who were going to participate in the golf tournament. People were excited that the gap between the students and the residents was shrinking.