Sara and I have been back in LA for about a month. The producers and writers patched up their differences and everyone was back to work. I'm directing again and loving it. Sara was still protesting but several of her cases were moving toward resolution. Sara was in full take no prisoners mode in her negotiations with the other parties. She and I attended a gala for a film museum, and she wore the dress, the pearls and the watch and got rave reviews in the gossip columns and several complements at the event.
We are about a week away from finishing the re-decorating of the tower wing of our home. With all the renovations and redecorating the place was becoming our home. The architect, the decorator and contractor seemed to work well together. Mrs. Kelly road herd on the project while we were on vacation. I was happy that Sara still liked the paintings that I purchased when she saw them for real. My friend ReneΒ΄ and Sara made contact and set up a schedule for her portrait. The first sitting was day before yesterday. Sara decided to dress in black slacks boots and a red top. She wore the pearl necklace the diamond earrings the watch and bracelet. She brought a photo of the first session for me to look at.
I don't know how I did it, but I was able to find time for a golf game with Bret's husband George Cummings. I have not touched a golf club in several months and it showed as George took me to school. I shot 95 and I thought that was good for a long layoff. Unfortunately, George who plays almost every week and has a 7-handicap shot 85, so I was on the hook for lunch plus I owed him fifty bucks. George, and I were walking off the 18
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hole, walking toward the club house bar so I could drown my sorrows. We turned a corner and I looked at the parking lot and I saw a green Escalade and wondered why Sara's car was here. Bret and Sara must be cooking something up. We were about to go into the male only club room, but I was stopped.
Much to my surprise I felt an arm grab me around my waist. Sara was standing beside me looking like she wanted to kiss me. I looked around and in the background my friend and boss Bret Peterson was walking up to us.
"Paul I am short of cash and I need $100, and since you always seem to have cash could I trouble you for a loan?"
"What did you get yourself involved in?"
"Well Bret and I needed to discuss the party we are planning and decided to do it on the golf course after we heard that you and George were playing today. We came a little after you two and played course two."
I shook my head and kissed Sara. If she would have asked, I would have told her that Bret was on the Cal Berkeley woman's golf team. She almost went into the LPGA. Bret got a job with a network as a production assistant after she missed her card. From there I hired her as an assistant editor on a project I was doing. I guess I can spot talent.
"What was the bet, darling?"
"Hundred bucks if either of us won by five shots, and I lost by 7, my friend Bret is unbelievable," said Sara as she lifted my wallet out of my pocket and kissed me.
Sara quickly emptied my wallet of five twenties and handed it back. I thought that was a nice maneuver. I wondered if she learned to pick pockets in law school. I looked at George and we changed our plans and invited the ladies to lunch. George said he knew a place nearby and we agreed to meet the ladies there in forty-five minutes. George and I went to the men's locker room. I changed shoes and my shirt and George drove us to the place where we would meet the ladies. George reminded me that lunch was on me, and I still owed him the fifty bucks on our bet.
"I almost feel like upping it to one hundred. I like that my wife took yours for that amount," said George.
I pulled the fifty out of my wallet before he could enforce the new terms. The ladies joined us just as we were completing the transaction. I looked at my wallet and noticed that it was empty. After Sara and Bret were settled, we ordered. George and Bret decided that they wanted the most expensive things on the menu. They smiled while doing it. Sara decided that she wanted what Bret was having. After the meal they ordered desert. I was glad that no one ordered wine. The bill came to well over two hundred dollars, and Sara did not make a move to cover the expense.
"Don't look at me you were the one that bet on lunch, darling," said Sara as I looked at her.
My credit card came out and the transaction was finished. George offered pick up the tip which I declined as I had added it to the bill. When we left the restaurant, I pulled my clubs from George's car and put them in Sara's Escalade. I took the driving position, but Sara stood by the passenger door. Sara was in full Sara mode as I got out and held the door for her. When I got back in the car Sara leaned over and kissed me.
"You are so nice Paul."
Her hand brushed my crotch and she whispered that she wanted to make love when we got home.
"Not if Paula has changed the sheets darling, I don't want her to do it twice. But I love you."
"Darling that goes without saying, I love you too," said Sara.
I pulled into a branch of my bank and went through the drive-through ATM to restock my wallet. Sara told me that she and the decorator toured the tower. She was pleased with the progress and said that the tower suite would be good for her mother and father when they visit soon. I finished the transaction and pulled the cash from the machine.
"US money is boring," said Sara, as I folded the wad of bills and stuck them in my pocket.
"I like the way it spends, I don't consider the design," I replied.
I continued to drive to the house, but I went through my mind to see if I had any errands that I needed to attend to. Nothing jumped up so I continued to Red Rock Road.
"What do you want to do for dinner, Paula is taking the evening off today?" I asked.
"Well we could order delivery or William can take us somewhere. What is your pleasure?"
"My pleasure is to make sensuous love to my wife," I replied.
"You sir need to keep it in your pants," said Sara as she worked my crotch over.
I pulled into our driveway and stopped before the garage. I waited while Sara got out and I pulled in and pulled our clubs out and stored them in the garage. I walked into the house and Sara was on the phone in the Great Room.
"OK mother we will see you in a week," said Sara.
I sat next to Sara and we kissed. "So, we will be visited by Solsbery seniors soon?"
"Mother and Father will come to the L.A. area and live in the Malibu house, but will come over here for a few days and we will put them up in the tower suite."
"Will they bring their staff with them?" I asked.
"They will rough it and just have Paula to help them," replied Sara.