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was, though, that the running was definitely having an effect on Mark’s game. His legs felt tired and heavy and it was hard to get any strength into his swing, but it had been worth it to spend more time with Karen. It was also hard to focus on his game because he was distracted, looking forward to hopefully bumping into her in the clubhouse later, maybe having coffee or a drink.
    At the tee-off to the eighth hole, they were waiting for the group ahead of them to finish up on the next green when Stu said to Mark, “So, how’s everything with your girlfriend?”
    Mark knew that Stu meant Karen. The guys often teased him about them spending so much time together.
    “Ha ha,” Mark said.
    “Seriously,” Doug said. “Are you tapping that or what?”
    “We’re just good friends,” Mark said.
    “Yeah, friends,” Doug said, pushing his cheek out with his tongue and moving his fist back and forth in front of his mouth, simulating a blowjob.
    Stu also looked incredulous. Richie was smiling again, checking his phone.
    “It’s true,” Mark said.
    “He wouldn’t tell us if something was going on with them,” Stu said, “because he’d be afraid we’d blab about it.”
    “That’s a good point,” Doug said. “But, seriously, she’s looking smoking lately. Did you see what she was wearing the other day in the clubhouse? She had the boots, the short skirt—”
    “And her tits looked fucking incredible,” Stu said.
    “Her tits always look fucking incredible,” Doug said. “I mean she has that cougar, workout chick body going on, not an ounce of fat anywhere, and then these huge fucking knockers.”
    “They’re not that big,” Stu said. “They’re probably like B-cups.”
    “No fuckin’ way,” Doug said. “They’re easily C’s. And they’re firm too. She has two kids and her tits look like that? Jesus.”
    “Maybe they’re fake,” Stu said.
    “They’re not fake,” Richie said, putting away his phone.
    “Whoa, listen to the tits expert here,” Doug said. “Mr. Single Guy.”
    “When they’re fake they don’t bounce at all,” Richie said seriously. “I saw her playing tennis the other day and hers were bouncing up and down every time she hit the ball.”
    “I don’t know,” Stu said. “I think when something looks too good to be true it usually is.”
    Mark must’ve made a face, or maybe rolled his eyes, because Doug said, “Wait, does the friend wanna weigh in?”
    “They’re not fake,” Mark said.
    “Whoa, whoa, hold up,” Doug said. “You’re just friends but you know her tits are real?”
    “Sounds like a confession to me.” Stu was smirking.
    Wishing he’d kept his mouth shut, Mark said, “She mentioned it to me once.”
    “Mentioned it?” Doug laughed. “How did she just mention her tits? Were you like, ‘How’re you doing?’ And she said, ‘Pretty good, oh and, by the way, let’s talk about my tits’?”
    Stu and Richie were laughing so hard that an old guy, maybe twenty yards away, who’d been in the middle of his backswing, about to tee-off, glared back at them.
    “Oh, sorry,” Stu stage-whispered.
    “I forgot how it came up,” Mark said. “I think we were talking about some famous actress who’d gotten a boob job and Karen said she’d never do that, even when she got older.”
    “That sounds mildly believable,” Doug said.
    “ Mildly ,” Stu said. Then he said to Mark, “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you set Richie up with Karen?”
    “I love it,” Doug said. “Then at least somebody we know would be fucking her, and we can find out what it’s like, you know, vicariously.”
    “She’s too old for me,” Richie said.
    “Too old?” Doug said. “You gotta be kidding me.”
    “Yeah, she’s gotta be what, forty?” Richie said. “In ten years she’ll be fifty. My mother’s fifty-three.”
    “That makes sense.” Doug rolled his eyes.
    “You could be a motherfucker,” Stu said.
    Stu and Doug were trying to stifle their