Chapter 47, Lipstick On A Hotel Window, Tisk, Tisk
Vixen sated by hubby, my heart and
mind cleared, ashamed for flirting with Elliot but pleased to escape the snare
of his bachelor pad. I drove past the golf course without looking again and
again and didn’t think of Elliot. After two weeks, however, I involuntarily
glanced toward it driving past and thought of him positioned behind me, guiding
my swing. Vixen squealed. She wanted Elliot.
Early the next morning, as if on
cue, he called.
"Hi, it’s Elliot, from the golf
course. Just checking to ask how come you haven't stopped by to golf with me again.
You showed such promise."
“How’d you get my phone number?”
“On your rental form; can I give you another lesson?”
He’s called. I knew he would. Now he has to plead.
"I found a better course."
"With as good an instructor?"
"My swing’s improved."
"Can’t quibble with that, do I
get a second chance?"
"Can you improve my
"I can, I can, how about lunch
first? We can discuss improving your posture then your swing."
Words flew out before I could
"How about the golf cottage
restaurant, at noon, they got a special I’d like you to try?"
"No, how about downtown, the
The Governor Hotel in Olympia back
then was full service with restaurant and had a rear covered parking garage.
While not a "grand dame" due to its 1960's architecture, it was a
safe entrance and exit also ran.
"What's wrong with the
"The wine selection’s good but
the food’s, well it’s fast served but, say frozen microwave?"
"Ha, well the steaks are cooked
from scratch. There's a special desert, new on the menu, I want you to try it.
I know you’ll love it".
"You take care of lunch. I'll take care of desert. See you at noon".
I hung up.
This bunny is not going to the buck's cage to be another pro shop loft trophy.
Why am I thinking of going, I’m risking everything. Well it’s only lunch.
Lying to myself it was only lunch, I
showered, pulled from the closet the silken dress from long ago, put it back in
its corner and decided to go professional with a mid-calf, black, pencil skirt,
a conservative, long sleeve white blouse and a wide red waist belt with bow. I laid
them on the bed, sat down before my dressing table and put my hair up with