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A Golfer's Dream                       Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Twenty Two - Rough Times

Dave woke at six-thirty and went to Tim's.  He spent a half hour
getting focused on his golf and when he walked out the front door
he felt ready.  On the way back he saw the same pretty girl
walking towards him.  This time he slowed down and said, "Hello,
beautiful day isn't it?"

She smiled brightly and in a very distinctive British accent
said, "Yes, it is simply lovely."  With her accent, it came drawn
out as "luuvvly."

Dave continued walking and finished with, "Have a great day."

He heard a 'You as well' reply and kept walking.

The morning shower felt great, as did the large breakfast and
leisurely van ride to the golf course.  A kind of routine was
forming for the gold tournament days.  Dave was incredibly happy.
 His and John's good moods were very obvious; one of the coaches
even pulled Dave aside as they arrived at the golf course and
asked, "Are you two behaving?  You both know we have strict rules
against alcohol and partying stuff."

Dave just smiled back and replied, "I promise you, we are not
drinking or partying; but we are definitely having a great time."

The coach looked at Dave seriously, "Make sure you stay out of
trouble.  You have an incredible career ahead of you.  Be
careful."

Dave smiled, "I will; I promise."

Dave had an earlier tee time today, he only had enough time to
hit balls for twenty minutes and putt for thirty minutes.

He walked onto the first tee as a confident contender.  There was
no wind today and, even though it was cloudy, there was no rain
in the forecast -- so Dave expected there to be some low scores.

With no wind in his face on the first tee, Dave hit his three
wood.  He ended up safe in the fairway -- but well outside the
one-hundred and fifty yard markers.  Dave had to hit a six iron
for his second shot to the first green.  He then two- putted from
fifteen feet for a good opening par.

Dave played the second hole conservatively as well by hitting his
three wood short of the creek then hitting an iron to the hundred
yard marker.  His third shot, a sand wedge, was perfect and he
rolled in a three-foot birdie putt.  Dave rolled through the rest
of the front nine with two more birdies and five pars.  He
started the back with a bogey but finished with three more
birdies and five pars for a sixty-seven.

The coaches were ecstatic when Dave told them his score.  Their
excited talk got Dave so wound up that one of the coaches finally
put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Dave, we're sorry we got
you so wound up.  You are usually so calm and cool we forget you
are only fifteen.  You have to relax.  Go to the practice range
and hit some balls.  I know you want to see John finish, so I
will come get you when I see the group in front of John finish,
okay.  Great round; but you have two more to play."

Dave nodded understandingly.  He knew he had to relax but first
he wanted to call his family.  Dave looked at his watch - three
o'clock here; seven o'clock on QAI.  He pulled out the cell phone
and dialed the number.  His father answered.  Before Roger could
say hello, Dave said, "Sixty-seven! Sixty-seven! SIXTY-SEVEN!"

Roger yelled, "Sixty-seven, he shot sixty-seven!"  Then turning
his attention back to the phone he said, "Congratulations, Dave
that's awesome.  Tell me about your round."

Dave went through every hole, shot by shot.  After the long
thirty minute discussion, Dave had actually calmed down quite a
bit.  Dave heard Roger say, "Hold on, your Mom wants to say hi."

Carol's soft voice came on the line, "Great round, dear.  Make
sure you eat well and get lots of rest we're cheering for you."

Dave thanked her and promised to eat well before he said goodbye.
 As he finished the call, the battery warning icon came on; it
had been a long chat but a good one.

Dave flipped the phone closed and then headed for the practice
range.  He didn't really work on anything; he just hit balls for
a distraction.  Each player from his team came over and
congratulated him as they finished their rounds.  Randy had shot
a very impressive seventy and was in good shape to make the top
sixty players but was already six strokes behind Dave and
possibly more if anyone finished ahead of Dave.  Even Harvey came
over and congratulated Dave.  Dave was surprised but thanked him
and shook his hand.  Harvey had a good round as well with a
seventy-two so their team score was really good.

The coach finally came over to Dave to tell him John was on the
last tee.  Dave walked to the back of the eighteenth green and
joined the gathered crowd of players, coaches, and parents.

Dave could see John in the fairway just inside the one hundred
and fifty yard marker on the left side of the fairway.  John
settled over his ball and hit a perfect shot right at the pin. 
It ended up four feet from the hole and Dave joined the
appreciative clapping crowd.

Dave watched John walk up the fairway and couldn't believe the
determined look on his face.  After the other three players took
their turns, John finally settled over the ball and knocked it
right into the heart of the hole.  John did a high hand pump
before he removed the ball from the hole.  The last player in his
group sank his two-foot putt.  After the four golfers shook each
other's hands and signed their cards, John walked over to Dave. 
Dave asked, "How did you do?"

John smiled and replied, "Even par."

Dave held up his hand for a high five and as their two hands met
Dave said, "That's excellent, John.  Great round."

John looked at Dave, "How did you do?"

Dave smiled, "Unbelievable, I shot sixty-seven."

John jumped up and down, "That's awesome!  Are you leading?"

Dave replied, "I don't know; I haven't seen the leaderboard."

John put his arm around Dave and said, "Let's go look."

As they neared the leaderboard, they saw a huge crowd standing
around it.  Dave and John worked their way through the crowd.  A
familiar face was pushing his way back out of the crowd and Dave
immediately recognized Jordan from Royal Oaks.  Jordan smiled at
Dave, "Congratulations, Dave.  You obviously got your putter
working.  Keep it going and bring the title back to the
Maritimes."

Dave replied, "Thanks, Jordan.  How did you do?"

Jordan replied, "I made the cut, but I'm seven strokes behind the
leader.  You never know though - we'll see what tomorrow brings."

Dave quickly understood that Jordan said seven strokes behind the
leader and not behind Dave, so he wasn't leading.  Dave was
actually happy not to be leading because that would put extra
pressure on him.  He liked the idea of chasing the leader but
hoped he wasn't too far back.

Dave could finally see the leaderboard.  His name was second from
the top at minus eight.  The leader was at minus nine but it
wasn't the golfer from Ontario.  He had shot sixty-nine and was
tied with Dave.  His name was right below Dave's only because
Dave had finished his round first.  There was only one player at
one shot behind them, two players two shots behind and then four
players three shots behind.

Dave looked at the leaderboard and thought, "I'm only one behind
but there are a bunch of wolves on my tail -- so I better stay
focused or I could drop off the leaderboard in a heartbeat."

The van ride back to the hotel was filled with celebration as the
team had finished better than ever before with a fourth place
standing.  The coaches congratulated the golfers that didn't make
the cut and wished Dave and Randy all the best in the final two
rounds.

As soon as the team supper was finished, Dave and John were
headed for the front door.  When Harvey and Tim asked where they
were going,  John smiled and replied, "We have some girls to go
meet."

Harvey looked at Dave seriously, "Jesus, MacDonald, how do you
find these women?"

Dave just smiled and replied, "It's just dumb luck.  John found
these ones.  Ask him."

Harvey looked at John questioningly but John just shrugged and
said, "I don't know, dude!"

The two friends walked out the door and went directly to the
park.  When they walked up to the girls Dave immediately noticed
that they were dressed the same again but this time all wearing
pink tee-shirts and pink shorts.  Dave finally had to ask, "Why
do you three always dress the same?"

Lynn laughed, "It started with Kim and me in elementary school. 
Because we were both Asian in a mainly white school, all the kids
asked us if we were twins.  You know the old line about they all
look alike.   At first we kept saying no; but, finally, after a
month of non-stop questions, we decided to start saying yes. 
Shortly after we agreed to buy our clothes together and were
almost always dressed alike.  Tina became our friend in junior
high and wanted to join the little dress-up club.  By the time we
finished high school, there were eight of us that dressed the
same everyday.  All the others went to different colleges and
universities but we three stayed together."

Dave and John smiled at them and shook their heads as they
chuckled.  Lynn then leaned into Dave and whispered in his ear. 
"Until today we have done everything together.  Tina and I figure
we have thirty minutes to convince you to fuck us tonight or, for
the first time, Kim will be going solo -- with John."  She then
started to rub Dave's soft prick through his shorts.  "Do we have
any chance of changing your mind?"

Dave gently pushed her hand away, "I can't believe I'm saying
this; but, no you have no chance.  Sorry to break up your little
party; but I won't make the same mistake twice."

Lynn smiled and said, "We'll see."

For the next thirty minutes Tina and Lynn did everything they
could to convince Dave -- but he wouldn't break.  Lynn went so
far as to pull Dave's hand up under her pink shirt and rub her
bare breast against his palm.  Her hard nipple was drilling a
hole in his hand -- but Dave wouldn't waver.  When Dave took his
hand out of her shirt, she lifted the shirt and showed Dave her
two beautiful little mounds with the cutest dark brown nipples
Dave had ever seen.  Dave's cock was rock hard; since he was at
the edge, he again jumped up and said, "Time for Tim's."

Lynn looked at the huge bulge in his shorts and licked her lips.
"That looks so tasty.  Bill Clinton says that blowjobs aren't
sex; do you believe in American politics?"

Dave laughed, "Nice try, Lynn; but we are in Canada and I don't
think Jean Chrétien knows what a blowjob or a French flute is."

Lynn and Tina both laughed as they stood up for the trip to the
coffee shop.

John and Kim followed them to the street; but, instead of going
right to Tim's they turned the other way towards the hotel.  Dave
called to John then walked back to him.  "We will stay at Tim's
for an hour, then we'll kill another half hour in the hotel video
arcade -- but after that I need sleep.  Deal?"

John nodded as he looked at his watch.

Dave had a good time with Lynn and Tina and the sexual teasing
finally stopped.  Dave enjoyed the teasing but it was taking a
lot of mental effort to control himself with two gorgeous women
rubbing their firm bodies against him.

The walk to the hotel was relaxing and, as Dave entered the video
arcade, four of his teammates were playing games.  Harvey and Tim
looked at Dave and just shook their heads in wonder.  Kenny and
Daniel looked at Dave and the girls questioningly before Tim
walked over to them and gave them all the hot details.

Lynn was enjoying the attention and was soon back to her teasing
way.  She was rubbing her body all over Dave and kept whispering
loud enough for the other four to hear, "Please, Dave.  Take Tina
and me upstairs and fuck us.  We really need to feel your big
cock inside us.  Pleeeeezzzzzeeee."

Dave peeked over at his four teammates.  They were staring at him
open-mouthed and shaking their heads.  After about ten more
minutes of non-stop torture, Dave finally turned and said, "All
right, let's go."

Lynn's face lit up like a Christmas tree and she jumped into his
arms.  Dave walked out of the arcade with Tina and Lynn in tow;
but, as soon as he reached the elevators, he turned away and
actually walked out the front door.  They quietly followed him
outside where he turned to Lynn and said, "Jesus, Lynn, the guys
will think I'm a fag if I turn the both of you down.  I'd love to
take you two upstairs and fuck and suck you to death but I can't.
 I promised I wouldn't cheat ever again and I won't. Please,
please, please try to understand how I feel."  Dave was almost in
tears he was so upset.

Lynn and Tina both cuddled into Dave as Lynn whispered, "I'm
sorry Dave.  You are truly special.  I didn't expect you to take
us upstairs - I was mostly just having fun with your friends. 
I'm really sorry and promise I won't tease you again."  She moved
away from Dave and Tina followed her lead.

Dave smiled at both of them.  "You have no idea how much I want
to take both of you upstairs.  No clue!  I enjoy the teasing
almost as much as you do - as long as you understand that's all
it can be.  I just don't want to hurt your feelings either."

Both girls leaned into Dave and kissed him on the cheek, Tina
spoke softly for one of the few times she was spokesman, "Dave,
you are really sweet.  We would both love to be with you -- but
we understand and appreciate your honesty.  We just hope Jennifer
wakes up and smells the coffee because she's pushing a very
special guy away."  Tina then kissed Dave tenderly on the lips.

A familiar voice said hello - Kim had walked out of the hotel
with a huge smile on her face.

Dave waved goodbye to the girls and rushed up to his room.  John
was laid out on his bed as if he had been to war.  There was an
un-erasable big smile on his face and all he could say was
"Incredible."

Dave went into the bathroom.  After masturbating to the images of
Lynn's beautiful breasts, he crawled into bed.  He was tired and
horny -- golf was barely an after-thought as he fell asleep again
thinking of two Japanese girls tying him up and raping him.  His
final thought as he slipped into sleep was 'Hard to rape the
willing.'

Dave's morning ritual in BC had become almost as normal as his
ritual on QAI.  He was walking back from Tim's when, as usual, he
spotted the British girl.  This time he smiled, "Hello again. 
It's a great day."

She smiled back, "It certainly is."

Breakfast was filled with talk about Dave and the two girls he
was with the day before.  Dave was smiling and enjoying the
envious attention until he started to get dirty looks from the
coaches.  After breakfast, one coach pulled him aside, "What is
this we hear about you and two Asian girls last night, Dave?  I
warned you yesterday and you promised me."

Dave smiled back knowing he was innocent, "Coach, I met these two
girls in the park and they wanted to play some video games, so
they came into the hotel with me.  To tell you the truth they
would have gone to my room with me if I wanted but I have a
girlfriend at home.  The girls knew that four of my teammates
were in the arcade and they decided to tease them by openly
teasing me.  I swear I didn't break my promise.  I didn't sleep
with those two girls."

He replied, "All right, Dave.  I trust you -- but I will also be
keeping an eye on you."

Dave nodded understandingly.

The van ride to the golf course passed quickly.  There were a lot
fewer golfers playing today; so all tee times started a little
later.  Dave had two hours to prepare before he teed off.  He
split the time evenly between hitting balls and putting.  John
left Dave alone to practice.

When Dave was finally called to the first tee, he was in the last
group of the day - the leaders' group.  He had decided not to
follow the score of the other two golfers in his group today.  He
wanted to focus on his game and, as long as he played well, he
would be able to catch them tomorrow if they were still ahead of
him.

Dave's stomach had felt fine through breakfast; but for the last
hour he had been feeling queasy.  He first assumed it was just
butterflies but they felt more like big fluttering pigeons.  Dave
remembered about hearing in the hockey dressing room how a lot of
goalies would throw up before each game because of their nerves.
He had always thought that was stupid and impossible.  But right
now he knew what the goalies felt like - he could easily throw up
right now.

Dave walked to the first tee where a large crowd was watching the
golfers tee off.  Most of the golfers that had missed the cut and
most of the coaches were standing around the tee.  Dave was
concentrating on his game.  The prevailing wind was blowing
gently in his face on the first hole so Dave decided to hit
driver again.

He received his scorecard and traded it with the Ontario player.
In golf, you never mark your own score but instead mark the score
of an opposing player.  Dave didn't want to be marking the
leader's score because that might cause him to focus on the
leader's score and not his own score.  The Ontario player next
exchanged with the second round leader which meant the leader
would have Dave's card.

The Ontario golfer teed off first, and hit a good drive past the
trees on the left side of the fairway.  Dave walked onto the tee
and pushed his tee into the ground.  He moved several yards
behind his ball and worked through his normal pre-shot ritual. 
He finally settled over his ball and aimed down the right side of
the fairway as he had in the first round.  He pushed the thoughts
of his churning stomach out of his head and made a smooth, full
swing.  He hit the ball perfectly and the ball launched off the
wooden peg and down the fairway.

Dave watched his ball bounce, then roll to a stop as he heard the
applauding of the appreciative crowd.  Dave smiled to himself and
he thought, "I couldn't walk down the fairway with my ball in my
hand and drop it in a better spot."  It ended up just yards short
of the rough in front of Morgan Creek.

The leader hit a good drive in the middle but well behind Dave's
huge drive.  The three golfers walked down the fairway and Dave
was surprised to see most of the crowd follow them toward the
first green.  Then he realized his three-some was the final group
and a tournament crowd would always want to see them in action. 
Dave had never played in front of a big crowd before but was
focused on his game and hoped he could limit the distraction and
any impact on his game.

Both the Ontario golfer and the leader put their second shots on
the green; the closer was the Ontario player - ten-feet from the
hole.  Dave only had one- hundred yards to the pin so he hit his
sand wedge.  The ball landed six feet past the hole and sucked
back below the hole to leave him a short two-foot birdie putt.

Both the other players made par before Dave knocked his short
birdie putt dead middle.  After the solid first hole, the pigeons
and butterflies had flown away; Dave was pumped up and focused. 
The rest of the round was a blur as Dave hit good shot after good
shot and good putt after good putt.

When the group reached the final hole, Dave was an unbelievable
seven under par.  He had honors as he had had most of the day. 
He hit another huge drive down the middle and his ball finished
just inside the one-hundred yard marker.  The other golfers hit
and the three walked down the last fairway.

They still had a following crowd.  A second good-sized group
walked out from the clubhouse to follow them back to the final
green.  Dave didn't really look at the individuals in the crowd;
but, as the Ontario player stood over his ball, Dave saw a man
with a camera on his shoulder walk into the middle of the fairway
to tape the Ontario's player's shot.  The cameraman had a CBC
logo on his back.  Dave thought, "We may end up on television. 
Excellent!"  Before Dave settled over his ball he looked around;
a second cameraman with TSN on his jacket was also in the crowd.

It was Dave's turn to shoot and he did his best to focus on his
shot.  The cameras were a small distraction which caused him to
miss his shot slightly; but it was a basically solid swing and
the ball was only slightly off-line.  His ball landed on the
green about twenty feet right of the hole.  Most of the day, Dave
had shut the other two golfer's games out completely.  He
continued this on the final green as he read his putt from all
angles without really watching what the other two were doing.

When it was his turn to putt, he placed his ball in front of his
lucky ball marker and took one final look at the line.  He stood
over his ball to concentrate on the proper weight.  He finally
addressed the ball, took a final look at the line, and stroked
the ball smoothly towards the hole.  Dave had read the putt to
break six inches from right to left.  The weight looked perfect
but the ball hung high on the green and didn't break until it was
two feet from the hole.  The speed of the ball was quickly
slowing down and, at the last second the ball curled hard to the
left.  It rolled over the top lip of the hole and dove into the
backside of the hole; but the momentum of the ball brought it
around the lip below the hole and it popped out of the hole. 
There it sat, on the front lip and directly between Dave and the
hole.

Dave had seen the ball half disappear into the hole and jump back
out the front.  He let out the huge breath he was holding and
looked at the ball in disbelief.  He waited a quick second to see
if the ball would drop -- but then moved forward to tap it in, if
necessary.  The ball didn't fall in on its own, so Dave tapped in
the easy par putt then walked to the back of the green.  John
stood behind him and patted him on the back with whispered
congratulations.  Dave just smiled and waited for the other
golfers to finish.

The other two players finished; Dave walked to them to shake
their hands and congratulate them on good rounds.  Dave knew both
of them had played well but he also knew he was now the leader. 
He didn't know by how much but he was definitely ahead of both of
them.

The three golfers moved away to the side of the last green to a
quiet place to sign-off the cards.  Dave added his score up.  He
had shot sixty-five and the Ontario player sixty-eight.  The
second round leader then handed Dave his card.  Dave compared
every hole to the scorecard he had marked.  The last thing Dave
wanted was to sign off on a wrong score.  If the score on a hole
was higher, Dave would get the higher score that he signed for;
but, if he signed for a lower score than he actually had, - he
would be disqualified.  Carefully checking and signing the cards
was a critical part of the scoring.

Dave was confident his score was right so he could look to see
what the second round leader shot - seventy.  Dave was definitely
leading unless someone not in their group had shot an incredibly
low score.  Dave signed the card; then the three golfers walked
towards the crowd of coaches and golfers.

As is common in golf, everyone watching knew exactly what each
golfer had shot and John ran to Dave, "You're leading by three
strokes.  Great round.  If that putt had dropped on the last hole
you would have tied the course record of sixty-four.  You're
leading!"

Dave smiled as all his teammates and coaches congratulated him. 
A man in a suit whom Dave thought looked familiar was walking
towards him while looking straight in his eyes.  The man spoke
softly, "Hi, Dave; I'm Farhan Lalji with TSN.  Would you do an
interview with us?"

Dave was shocked but managed to smile back and reply, "Yes, sir."

Farhan directed Dave to an area in front of three huge spot
lights where the cameraman from the fairway was now standing. 
Farhan pointed at a white X taped to the ground and said, "Stand
on the tape.  I will ask you some questions about your round and
then about being the youngest third round leader in twenty years.
 Have a response ready for that question, okay.  I'll give you a
few minutes to think about it -- so let me know when you're
ready."

Dave looked at the well-dressed man and thought about what he had
just said.  Dave was surprised to hear himself called the
youngest leader in twenty years.  Dave collected his thoughts,
then nodded to Farhan.

Farhan looked at Dave, "We're not live --so if you want to try
something again, we can; but I normally like to go with your
first thoughts."  Dave nodded; so Farhan turned to the cameraman
and signaled to roll the tape.

Farhan began, "I have with me Dave MacDonald from QAI.  He just
shot sixty-five in the third round of the National Junior
Championship and is the leader by three strokes.  Most surprising
is that Dave is only fifteen years old.  He is three years
younger than most of the other golfers here and is the youngest
third round leader in over twenty years."

Farhan turned to Dave and asked him directly, "What was your
secret today, Dave?"

Dave smiled at the camera, "I don't have any secret.  I was just
well-prepared and focused.  I have really enjoyed the hospitality
here in British Columbia and this golf course is in fantastic
shape."

Farhan continued, "You certainly have played well.  What did you
do to prepare for this tournament?"

Dave looked directly at Farhan, "In three simple words -
practice, practice, practice."

Farhan then asked Dave, "Did you have any coaches or mentors that
helped you?"

Dave looked serious, "I have taken a lot of lessons from
different pros over the last three years and in particular last
fall at the Canadian Golf Academy on QAI, but my true mentor has
been my father.  He helps me stay focused and always reminds me
to concentrate on my swing, not my score."

Farhan asked, "How does it feel to be the youngest leader in many
years."

Dave again smiled toward the camera and replied confidently,
"It's really nice to be leading after three rounds -- but there
are still eighteen holes to play tomorrow.  The leader after that
round is Champion so we'll see what happens tomorrow."

Farhan posed his final question to Dave, "Is there anyone you
want to say hello to?"

Dave again smiled at the camera and said, "Hi, Jennifer.  Hi, Mom
and Dad.  See you soon."

Farhan turned to the camera and concluded the session, "This is
Farhan Lalji, reporting from Morgan Creek Golf Course in
Vancouver."

Farhan nodded at the cameraman who lowered the camera and started
to pack up the equipment.  Farhan spoke to Dave in a more normal
voice, "Thanks Dave, great interview.  You're a natural.  Good
luck tomorrow and hopefully I'll interview you again as the
Champion."

Dave just smiled, "That makes two of us."

Dave had a hard time getting some private time to call home; he
finally walked behind the club house and dialed the number. 
Roger answered and Dave said, "Sixty-five, I'm leading by three."

Dave heard his father's excited voice go up in volume as Roger
relayed the score to his family.  Roger congratulated him before
he asked Dave to go through the whole round in detail.  Dave
could tell his Dad was in tears with excitement because he
finally couldn't speak anymore and had handed the phone to Carol.
 She was just as emotional, so Dave ended the call short by
saying, "Watch TSN Sportscentre tonight.  They interviewed me, so
I may be on.  Ask Jennifer to watch too.  I'll call you tomorrow
when I finish.  Goodbye."

Dave hung up the phone and walked to van.  The rest of the team
was loaded up and ready to go so Dave climbed aboard and they
closed the door.

The team supper was quiet; no one wanted to talk too much about
the upcoming final round.  In major-league baseball, no one is
supposed to mention a possible no-hitter when the game is in
progress.  Dave was already getting nervous as he realized how
close he was to winning the national title.

John dragged Dave out the door after supper; that didn't take
much effort as Dave looked forward to the distraction Lynn and
Tina would provide.  The three girls were clearly waiting in the
park.  John immediately told them about Dave leading and how he
was already showing signs of nervousness.  John also told them
about the interview on TSN.  John then cuddled into Kim and the
two started to make out on the grass, wrapped in a cuddle world
of their own.

Lynn pinned Dave on the ground and Tina joined in as both girls
were rubbing their perky bodies all over him.  Lynn teased,
"Ooohhh, I've always wanted to make love to a famous TV
personality.  You will definitely have to take Tina and me back
to your room; we will cheerfully help you forget about your
golf."

Dave smiled as Lynn straddled his head and pushed her
short-covered pussy in his face.  The teasing and playing
continued for about thirty minutes but Lynn and Tina never once
touched Dave's rock-hard shaft.  They seemed to understand that
stroking him was off limits.

John soon stood up and said, "Time to go."

Dave knew where John and Kim were going and he asked them to make
sure they finished their private time in an hour and half because
he wanted to get to bed early.  John nodded as he walked towards
the hotel.  Dave, Lynn, and Tina spent an hour at Tim's, then
went for a walk through the park to kill time.  Dave loved
walking with two gorgeous Asians, one cuddled under each arm as
they strolled through the park three wide.

They eventually walked to the hotel where Dave was pleasantly
surprised to see John and Kim sitting on the steps waiting.  Dave
kissed Lynn and Tina goodbye.  Both slipped him her tongue in
very seductive farewell kisses.  Then both girls gave John a
friendly peck on the cheek as Kim did the same to Dave.  "See you
both tomorrow night," they chimed as they walked away down the
street together.

John and Dave went to their room and John told Dave all the wild
erotic details; John was not bragging, just sharing his happy
excitement.  After the conversation, Dave's mind, however, slowly
drifted back to golf; and he knew that even Lynn and Tina's
images would not be able to keep his mind from his final round
the next day.

Every thought imaginable went through Dave's mind as he tossed
and turned for several hours.  He imagined playing really well
and winning.  He also imagined playing really poorly and losing.
He even imagined playing so-so and losing on the last green. 
Dave was still wide awake at eleven o'clock so he turned on the
television to watch the late edition of Sportscentre.  The golf
finally came on and his entire interview was broadcast.  He
thought he looked and sounded kind of goofy and couldn't believe
that his voice sounded so much different than he had imagined. 
But he was very pleased to see Farhan and the editors had left in
the part of the report where he said hello to Jennifer.

Dave turned the television off and rolled over as he began
thinking about Jennifer.  He was confident he could work things
out with her and was looking forward to going home.  He fell
asleep thinking about her soft, luscious body.

His internal alarm woke him at six-thirty and he bound out of
bed, ready to face the day.  He dressed, took the room keycard,
and walked to Tim's.  When he finally left Tim's, he was focused
and ready for the final round.  He turned around and looked at
the little coffee shop cut into the large office building.  He
did a mental 'Thank you' as he knew his morning routine had
become a huge part of his success.

Dave walked down the street, thinking about his golf game.  It
was Saturday and the street was deserted compared to the previous
weekdays.  There were very few pedestrians at this early hour. 
As he crossed one of the side streets, he heard loud shouts and
noise from up the street.  He turned briefly and saw a few
teenagers, about his own age, dressed in long pants; they were
horsing around and pushing each other.  Something told Dave those
guys were bad news.

He continued across the street and down the main street towards
the Hotel.  He had walked another block before he saw 'his'
British honey.  She was still a block away and looking directly
at Dave as she walked towards him.  Dave smiled at her as she
neared; he slowed down and asked, "How are you today?"

She smiled and replied, "Lovely, how are you?"

Dave stopped and replied, "Great, Do you live near hear?"

She replied, "No, I live in England.  My father is a diplomat
visiting the local embassy.  We are staying at the hotel down the
street."

Dave continued his smiles, "My name is Dave MacDonald and I am
staying at the hotel as well.  I live on QAI, on the east coast
-- but I am playing in a golf tournament here."

She replied, "Nice to meet you, Dave; I am Sarah.  I'm going to
get my mother a coffee.  She is hooked on Tim Horton's coffee and
can't start the day without one.  Maybe I'll see you around the
hotel."  She turned and walked towards the Tim's.

Dave called after her, "I'll be watching for you."  Then he
walked towards the hotel.  Dave reached the entrance but had a
strange feeling.  He turned to look back at Sarah who was well up
the street.  She was crossing that same side street which had
caught Dave's attention.  Dave watched as she seemed to stop and
look up the street.  One of the teenagers came into view from the
side street.  Sarah suddenly started to back away, and the
teenager lunged for her.  A second teenager came into view and
they together dragged her up the side street.  Dave was in full
stride running towards the fracas as the three disappeared from
sight.

Dave ran as fast as he could and was sucking hard for air when he
reached the side street.  He looked up the street but saw
nothing, only garbage bags sitting on the curbs.  Dave panicked.
What should he do?  He could call the police but that would mean
he would have to run back to the hotel.  Alan always told him to
call the police first, but he didn't have time for that.

He started running up the side street.  He reached the next
street corner and looked around it carefully.  He could see why
the coaches had warned them not to leave the main street - the
little street he was looking down was a narrow alley full of
large garbage bins.  Dave looked both ways but saw nothing.

He started to run farther up the street when he heard a scream. 
He stopped and listened.  He heard another scream from the dark
narrow alley.  He walked quickly but cautiously down the alley as
he listened carefully.  He heard a distant boy's voice.  He
faintly heard, "Owww, the fucking bitch bit me."  Dave started to
run forward as he heard a loud slapping sound.  He thought the
sounds might be coming from behind two large blue garbage
containers.

As Dave got closer, he could hear muffled cries.  He heard
someone say, "I love her tits but I want to fuck her.  Hold her
tighter while I rip her panties off."

Dave heard the ripping sound of material as he cautiously
approached the closer blue container.  He peeked around the
corner and saw a tall guy standing over his friends.  He seemed
to be cheering them on.  There was a heavy teenager kneeling
above Sarah's head with one hand holding both her hands above her
head and between his legs while his other hand was covering her
mouth and controlling her twisting head.  There was a trace of
blood on his shaking hand which held her hands.

The third thug was between Sarah's naked legs.  He was holding
her legs with his arms and moving forward with his cock sticking
out.  He was just about to shove it inside Sarah's soft fleshy
slit.  Sarah's sparse brown pubic hair was in plain view as were
the red lines gouged into her ass checks where her panties had
cut into her skin as they were ripped off.  Her soft round
breasts were shaking as she twisted her torso and struggled
against her captors.  Dave could see her pink nipples pointing
straight out as she screamed and bucked.  Tears were streaming
down her cheeks.

Dave shook himself from his reverie and moved quickly towards the
closest teen, the one standing up.  He remembered how a hard
punch to the jaw had previously incapacitated one of the French
assholes; so he snuck up behind the unsuspecting teen and hit him
on the side of the jaw as hard as he could.  He heard the
unmistakable crack of a breaking bone and the tall thug dropped
like a rock.

The guy with his cock out turned to see what was happening just
as Dave kicked him in the head with his sneaker-covered foot. 
The guy rolled off of Sarah, so Dave immediately went for the fat
guy who had been holding her head and arms.  The fat guy quickly
let Sarah go as he raised his hands to defend himself against
Dave.  Dave first planned to kick him too, but was scared his
target would grab his leg and knock him on his back.  Dave
launched his whole body at the fat guy and knocked him on his
back.  Dave saw Sarah out of the corner of his eye running down
the alley to safety.  He had the fat guy pinned under him and
began punching him in the face as hard as he could.

He had pounded him five times and the guy seemed to be going
unconscious when Dave heard a sudden bang and felt something hit
his shoulder from behind.  Pain shot through his body as he
rolled onto the ground beside the semi-conscious fat guy.  The
pain was unbearable as he lifted his left hand to his shoulder. 
There was a burning sensation and Dave could feel his eyelids
getting heavier and heavier.

It seemed as if he were watching a television show; he could
hazily see everything that was happening but he couldn't move. 
He could see the groggy fat guy climb to his feet and the tall
skinny guy eventually stand as well while holding his jaw.  The
third guy was standing over Dave.  Dave could see he had a gun in
his hand and heard him say, "I'm going to shoot this fucker's
cock off for letting that sweet little bitch get away."

Dave noticed a commotion around the gunman then heard a bang and
felt another pain from below his waist.  Dave's eyelids got
heavier again as he blacked out.
_________________________________________________________________
_____

Dave was having wild dreams filled with lights and hallways and
quick glimpses of every person he had met during his short life.
He eventually woke up, tried to open his eyes, and was blinded by
bright lights and white walls.  A dark shadow was hanging over
his face; as his eyes slowly focused he could see the image of
his Mother's tear-filled face.  He could hear her crying; she
touched him and asked, "Dave, can you hear me?"

Dave nodded slightly but he could not get any words to come out;
then he heard her shout, "He's waking up.  He's okay. Thank god,
he's okay."  Dave was not sure if it were a dream or reality as
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