#Golf Towel for Ladies

[sexilene]

I FEIN FOR A FULL FIC ABOUT PRINCESS!READER WRITTING IN HER DIRAY S'SO CUTE LIKE

yeesss OFC!! ignore any mistakes sorrriii ˚ ༘✶ ｡˚ ⁀➷ princess!reader w - mentions of sex, p in v, rafe making it up to you through sleepy sex!!

your nighttime self-care routine sometimes included needing to write in your diary the things you wouldn't dare say out loud. you sat on your side of the bed with the dim warm light illuminating the room while rafe took a shower. often doing all your skincare, shower stuff, and oral care before rafe so that after you can let it all marinate before sleeping. you grab your pink fluffy pen from your nightstand to start your journaling. 

dear diary, today was so totally not great, rafe ended up leaving me this morning to play golf with the boys even after he promised to take me to martino's to get some tea cakes that i've been craving for the past week!! AND on top of that, i missed a hair appointment since rafe had the car all day and he's like my boyfriend chauffeur!! this blows!! i hate him and he will not be given kisses or sex until further notice. 

rafe walks out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist, his hair all wet, and droplets of water running down his muscles. the view almost makes you forget why you were pissed at him in the first place, but then you quickly snap out of it when you remember you are supposed to be "ranting" in your diary. 

"whatcha doin'?" rafe asks, making you look over at him, he's put on some comfy pajama pants and sat down on his side of the bed, leaning over to look at what you are writing. 

"i'm doing self-care, it's my de-stress diary." 

"why do you need a diary? that's what i'm here for, tell your secrets to me." he shrugs and leans closer to really read what's on the pages. 

"nuh uh, somethings i would say aren't lady-like." you bring the diary to your chest to prevent him from reading it. 

"hey, lemme see. i'm basically entitled to read your diary, it's a boyfriend's right."

"no baby that's just an invasion of privacy." you giggle which makes him huff.

"okay well we promised no secrets, so give it here." he reaches for the diary, you roll your eyes and give up, handing it to him. 

"fine, but i should not be held accountable for what i wrote, its girl stuff."

"aww shit baby, i forgot about martino's, i'm sorry," he remembers as he beings to read what you wrote. "no sex or kisses until further notice? that's fuckin' ridiculous kid." he furrows his eyebrows while he's reading. 

"mm-hmm, it's not like you'd notice anyways since you've been so "busy" recently." you exaggerate and roll your eyes.

"don't roll your eyes at me, fix your attitude." he points at you scoldingly which only makes you pout and reach for the diary again. 

"if you think you really need this then fine, but no more talking shit about me in there. use your words." he closes the little book and hands it back to you. 

"i did." 

"you know what i mean." 

"i can't say it to your face." you shake your head and place the diary on your nightstand. 

"yes, you can." he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, your back to his bare chest. 

"you smell really good." you sigh, wishing you could just give in and climb on top of him.

"thank you, baby. so do you." he kisses your bare shoulder, slipping down the thin strap of your silky nightgown. 

"but i'm still mad at you."

"rant to me then."

you sigh again, "you forgot that today was supposed to be our day, you suck and if you really loved me you wouldn't have done that." you exaggerate again. 

"i know princess, i know, and i'm sorry but i do love you so don't even start." your boyfriend chides, look back at him and he takes the opportunity to kiss the corner of your mouth. 

"no rafe, no kissing."

"don't be brat, i'll make it up to you. take you to martino's first thing tomorrow and i'll take you to do your hair, how'bout i fuck you to sleep nice n' slow right now? hmm?" he places his hand on the side of your face to bring you closer so he can press a kiss to your cheek. 

"mmhm ohkay, be gentle." you nod, rafe just grins and attacks you with soft kisses all over your lips, jaw and neck.

"just relax baby, lay down i'll do all the work." rafe extends his arm to reach over to your nightstand light to turn it off, now the only light coming in is the moonlight streaming in through the balcony windows. you lay back against the mattress, head hitting the pillows and rafe lifts the thin dress above your hips. never really wearing panties under your nightgown while you sleep, he rubs your bare pussy with the pads of two of his big fingers. rafe pulls himself out, also not wearing any boxers under the plaid pajama pants to sleep, and lines himself up to slowly push in, you wine and dig your nails into his biceps. 

"shshsh....you're fine." your boyfriend soothes as he begins to slowly and gently stretch you out, giving you a few wet kisses on your neck. the way he smells and feels on top of you makes you feel so warm and sleepy, that your eyes begin to fall closed as he thrusts into you very softly.

"i love you," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck to make you feel closer to him even though he's balls deep inside you right now. 

"i love you more princess, jus' fall asleep, i've got you."

[ghostboneswrites2]

A Mess || Part 8

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here starting with this series since it was the most popular!

A/N: this is not the last part I promise

Summary: You finally make it to the town you set out for all those days ago. Feelings get shared when you find a place to stay for the night.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, suggestive

        "Can't believe we left the map." Daryl shook his head as he drove. He finally got one of the cars working, though it had a strong gasoline smell as he drove it. 

        "You were in charge of it." You pointed out.

        "Don;t need it anyhow." He defended. Men and their pride when it came to directions never ceased to amuse you. "Should be 'bout thirty minutes up this road. We can load up some while we're there, get gas, hole up of the night, and loot s'more before we head back tomorrow."

        "Sounds great." You agreed. "If I have to go one more day without a shower I'm gonna kill someone."       

        "Can barely fight a walker off of ya. Who you gonna kill?" He teased.

        "I was distracted." You defended.

        "With what? The view?" He retorted. Well, yes, but you couldn't tell him that.

        "Whatever." You grumbled, crossing your arms and turning your attention out of the window.

        It wasn't long before the town you two originally set out for rolled into view. You spent an hour looting an old thrift store for some clothes and random things you thought the prison could use. Board games, soaps, hairbrushes, plates and bowls, you name it. If they had it, you took it. Next was the pawnshop for guns and ammo, which were pretty sparse but they did have some good knives and machetes. You also found an old DVD player and some movies that you thought might be nice for Carl or something. Daryl focused more on equipment. Golf clubs, tools, lawn equipment for when everyone started working on the garden.

        On your way out of the pawnshop with your load of treasure, you noticed a flyer on the window. 'MONTHLY FOOD DRIVE - DELIVER ALL GOODS TO 227 PINEBLUFF CT DR'

        "Hey, check this out." You called Daryl over. He squinted as he read it.

        "C'mon. Town's small. Can't be too hard to find."

----

        It wasn't hard to find. It was a church, of course. Wasn't hard to clear the place out, either. Just the pastor and a few ladies stumbling around. They had a bunch of canned goods stored in an office, which you and Daryl happily loaded up in the car.

        "Think this is a good spot to crash for the night?" You asked him. 

        "Nah. Windows are all busted. We'll find a little house or somethin." He said.

        So, when you guys were done with the church, you drove around for a little while, siphoning gas from random vehicles and searching for a house suitable for the night. He settled on a little blue house, with a fenced in front and back yard. He reasoned the fencing was good added protection.  Plus, the windows looked to be in tact and overall the place looked untouched.

        There weren't any walkers inside, but there also wasn't any food. There was, however, running water. Whoever these people were, they ran their house off filtered rain water. 

        While Daryl was working on blocking all the exits off with furniture and nailing blankets over the windows so nothing could see inside, you opted for a shower. It wasn't hot since the house had no power, but damn was it nice to feel clean. Well, as clean as you could get with no soap, anyways. The towels were all dusty, so you drip dried when you got out. When you were dry enough you slid into the extra outfit you packed, and found your way back out to Daryl. He had the house as safe as he could get it by then.

        "All yours." You told him.

        "Nah." He shrugged.

        "Uh, you smell like a biohazard." You insisted. He glared.

        "Yeah, shoulda smelled yourself. By day two in that tree house you were chokin' flies." He shot back.

        "And, would ya look at that, I showered!" You sneered. He huffed a little breathy laugh and shook his head as he grabbed his bag and disappeared to the shower.

        You were hungry, so you decided to light the gas stove and heat up a can of Campbell's chunky beef stew for the two of you to share. By the time it was done, he was out, so the two of you ate in silence before tossing the emtpy can and borrowed spoon in the sink.

        "It's not even dark yet." You commented.

        "Yeah. Best to get to bed early. We can head out first thing, make it back home by tomorrow night." He reasoned.

        "Guess so." You agreed.

        "Guess? You don't wanna get back?" He questioned.

        "And give up our quality bonding time?" You joked. He scoffed and shook his head. Damn, you were a smartass. 

        "'S that what ya call it?"

        "Yup. What else would it be?"

        "Thought we were stranded on an island." He recalled.

        "Oh, that. No, I was just hungry." You shrugged. "Never take me seriously when I'm hungry. I become a different person, really."

        He rolled his eyes a little. "Still wanna play that game?" He asked.

        "What game?"

        "Twenty questions."

        "Twenty-one questions, Dixon." You corrected. "And sure. You go first."

        "Alright." He nodded, pondering for a moment. He had a million questions he could ask, but somehow they felt too personal. Did you miss Shane? Were you ready to move on? Did you like him, or were you just a tease? Why did you always pick on him? Was it the same reason he always picked at you and gave you shit? "How ya like the shoes?"

        "They're good." You nodded. "I love them. Thanks again. Uh.." You thought for a second. "How long do you wanna grow your hair out?"

        "I dunno." He shrugged. "What'd ya like to do before the world went to shit?"

        "Hmm... Paint, listen to music, go go out and eat my weight in food from little hole in the wall restaurants." You recalled. "What kind of music do you like?"

        "Whatever was on the radio." He said. "You plan on movin' on?"

        That was an okay question to ask, right? He broke the ice pretty well, he thought, with the rapid fire Q&A flying between the two of you. He realized maybe not, though, because you seemed to really take your time with that one.

        "Don't see why not." You finally said. "I mean, he would, right? As long as I thought I found someone who would treat me right... Are you seeing anyone right now?"

        You asked the question so casually but it choked him up. He felt so naked, like a chicken with all its feathers plucked off one by one.

        "No." He cleared his throat. "Nah."

        Uncomfortable silence blanketed over the two of you.

        "Your turn." You reminded him.

        "Oh. Are you?"

        "Am I..?"

        "Seein' anyone." He clarified. You giggled a little.

        "No. But I have met someone. Real nice guy, actually. He gets me gifts and teases the hell out of me,  but I think he'd do just about anything for me." You smiled to yourself. He had to know you were talking about him, right? Wrong. He was clueless. Right over his head. He admittedly felt sad to hear it. Who was this guy? He kind of sounded like everything Daryl tried to be for you. "Do you like anyone?" You asked, taking him out of his swirling thoughts.

        "Nah." He shrugged. A lie, but everything he had tried to work up to was washed away when you said you met someone.

        "Oh." You said, slight sadness hinting in your voice. "Your turn." You reminded him again.

        "Who's the guy?" He asked.

        "Oh, you don't know him." You waved him off. If you could slap yourself, your would. What kind of lie was that? He knew everyone. There were literally less than ten of you if you didn't count the baby. 

        "Oh? Some kind o' pen or somethin'?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Then it hit him; you were talking about him. That's why it sounded like everything Daryl tried to be for you, because it was him. "Oh." He blurted quietly.

        Your face felt like it drained of blood completely. Well, way to completely humiliate yourself around the only real friend you had, huh?

        "You okay?" He asked.

        "Yeah." You nodded, forcing a smile, but your voice was sort of meek and squeaky. You shook it off, reminding yourself that you were, in fact, not the type to falter under pressure. This would be no different. So what if you liked him and he didn't feel the same? You could get past that. It was nothing--

        "(Y/N)." He snapped you out of your thoughts. 

        "Hmm?"

        "You asked if I like someone..." He trailed as he shifted uncomfortably.

        "Yeah?"

        "It's just -- I do, but... How do I know she likes me too?" 

        He didn't make eye contact as he asked. In fact, he looked quite literally everywhere except at you.

        "You just... ask. And if you don't wanna ask... Make your move." You shrugged.

        "Right." He nodded.

        Well, that conversation had gotten awkward enough for you, so you figured that was a good place to end it. You cleared your throat and stood up.

        "I'm gonna go choose a bed." You announced.

        You went to walk past where he sat on the couch but he stood up abruptly and cut you off.

        You looked up at him with confusion. What did he want? Your nerves were eating away at you and you were honestly pretty tired. You shifted your weight anxiously.

        "Daryl--" You went to complain about it but he had other plans. He gripped your arms firmly and smashed his face into yours. Like, actually smashed. It hurt. "Ow." You mumbled as you rubbed over your mouth. He gulped. It was supposed to be a kiss. Was he always so clumsy?

        "Sorry, I--"

        "Were you trying to kiss me?" You asked. He just stared at you. "'Cause, I gotta tell ya,you could really work on your technique." You smirked. 

        When he remained frozen, you began to feel bad for teasing him. He clearly had no idea what to do now. His hands were even still rested on your arms.

        "Here, let me show you." You whispered. You reached up for his face, his hands sliding softly off of your arms. When your palms found his checks,you tippy-toed up a couple of inches, and slowly leaned in, placing your lips softly on his. It wasn't a long, rhythmic kind of kiss. It was just simple and soft, and it lasted just a few seconds longer than a quick peck-and-go.

        His eyes were still closed when you pulled back, a tiny smile slowly spreading over your lips. When his eyes opened,he looked disappointed, like he was waiting for more. 

        He leaned down slowly, a little unsure. He was waiting for you to stop him, but you didn't. You pushed yourself back up on your toes o close the gap and snaked your arms around his neck. This time, it was deeper. You slowly moved your lips, allowing him to find the rhythm and synchronise. When he felt a little more confident, his hands gripped your hips and he quickened the pace.

        Slowly, he eased you down onto the couch. You gladly followed his lead. When you were comfortably seated, his lips peeled away and his kisses found their way down from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone. Oh, this was going to get good.

A/N: next part will be spicy ;)

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[papasbaseball]

Raphael x Tav (Clubs and Spades: Chapter 1)

Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol

Summary: Tav finds herself on the bad side of the President of the Fae Run Country Club. She agreed to work there as a favor, but he's determined to make her life a living hell. Will they both make it out of the summer without catching feelings?

Word Count: 2,187

Notes: I changed some of the names to help blend in the characters better with the AU setting. Here is a translation if you would like to know:

Tav - '' "Tav" Baldur

Karlach - Karlie Ackerman

Raphael - Raphael Hope

Mizora - Ms. Zora

Wyll - Will

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If all the stories were true, the president of the Fae Run Country Club was the Devil himself. I’d had the fortune of not running into him all summer, enjoying the close proximity to what otherwise might be considered ‘good people’, as I served drinks, folded towels, and did whatever else my manager had sent me to do. That particular day, I limped after my coworker Karlie — the cooler filled with ice and Evian between us making us as useful as a horse with a lame leg — as we brought the beverages out to the 8th hole of the golf course. The community carts had been forbidden from use, much to the dismay of my shoulder.

A quarrelsome two stood beside the green, too rich to stop their argument for us. The one’s shoulders were cast back, face tilted up as if God was also privy to the conversation he was having with the pink-faced man. I’d seen a dozen of his type infesting the green lawns of Fae Run. What set him apart was how quickly he cut down the man with words I’ll never know, courtesy of the lawnmowers. Weak arms were quickly uncrossed and the WASP wannabe buzzed back to the safety of the clubhouse hive.

“Ha!” Karlie scoffed, setting her end of the cooler down with a hard rustle of ice. “Bob had that one coming for a while.”

There were a half dozen members named Bob, but she came to know every one of them over the 8 years that she’d been working there. I’d barely met any of them and I’d been there for 2 months.

“Is Bob a problem?” I asked, setting my end of the cooler down. The ache of carrying it almost a mile thrummed in my arm, thrilled to have been released.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to be his server at dinner,” Karlie said. Her face fell and quickly she was tucking her polo back into her khaki pants, slicking back the wild fly-aways the walk had earned her.

“Ladies.” The remaining man approached us, his shirt unbuttoned past regulation to show off the tan earned from hours spent by the poolside. “Less chatting more working, yes? I would hate to have to speak to your manager about disciplinary action. I want this golf course as immaculate as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Karlie replied.

“You’re breaking the dress code,” I offered, nodding to the undone button and soft curls of chest hair it guarded. If he wanted everything to be perfect he could start with himself.

He whipped off his sunglasses, mouth disgusted as he gave me a once over. “What is your name, girl?”

“Tav,” I said.

“I doubt that.” He hooked the glasses into his illegal shirt and turned to Karlie. “Ms. Ackerman, does Tav have somewhere to be?”

She stumbled over her words, unable to make eye contact with him.

“I know you are short-staffed,” he cut in, “but I could make much better use of her as my personal caddy for the day.”

“That’s not the job that I applied for,” I said. I had no interest in following some dumbass who only got to his position in life because his daddy foot all his bills and covered up all his mistakes. It was bad enough that I was working here — I owed my friend Will a favor — but I refused to sequester myself to such agonizing mediocrity.

“All employees of the Fae Run Country Club are required to know how to perform any duty they may be called upon at the drop of a hat,” he said. “Clearly you’ve missed training in more than one area.”

I opened my mouth to shoot back a retort when I heard Karlie’s voice tremble.

“Mr. Hope, please.”

She could have poured the chest full of ice over me and it would have been less bone-chilling than those three words. My eyes dart over him, trying to place those features to the portraits of board members that hung in the hallway leading to the main office. Maybe the sunglasses and casual attire had fooled me, but the disappointed frown was unmistakable: I was standing before the Devil.

“Tell your boss to make the necessary shifts,” he said. “I will take care of our darling Tav, here.”

Karlie tucked tail and turned back to the clubhouse. The sun baked a degree hotter with each step of hers, pushing me further into the custody of the Devil of Fae Run. The urge to run after her pressed itself, but I held it back. I couldn’t get myself fired: I still owed Will for lying for me, getting the charges dropped, and scrubbing my record. I just needed to get through this summer free and clean.

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you,” he said. The words reeked of lies, but I tailed after him anyway. His cologne whipped back with the breeze as I followed him to the golf cart. The sweetness and warmth sent a shiver through me. It must have come from abroad, the undernotes speaking of warm sands and late-night dinners, and probably costing twice my seasonal salary.

I hesitated as I slid into the fine leather seat next to him, not any further than I had to, and watched as he turned the key.

“You really think I am going to bite you?” he said. He pressed the pedal and the cart jerked forward.

I slid further into the seat as I saw the sharp grass zipping by the floorboard more quickly than I would like it to. His chuckle at this was quiet under the whine of the cart. It was going to take more than the threat of turfburn for me to take his treatment lying down. I couldn’t refuse his orders, but I didn’t have to like it.

“You were threatening to fire me and Karlie a few minutes ago.”

“Was I?” he asked. “You’re not very good at listening, Tav.” The corners of his lips pulled back in disgust. “What is your real name? Tav sounds like something you’d call a dog. Although, you would make a pretty picture fetching my golf clubs.” He paused at the thought.

“My friends call me Tav,” I said. Mr. Hope steered the golf cart back onto the path and I almost gripped his leg to steady myself as the cart wobbled back onto its steady charge forward. I tucked my hand quickly under my black golf skort, taking comfort in the weight of my thigh.

“I’m not your friend: I’m your employer.”

“If you want to know it so bad, why don’t you just look it up when we get back to the clubhouse?” I should have bit my tongue, but Mr. Hope was not going to be calling me by my government name if I had anything to say about it.

The cart coasted to a stop, the clubhouse within sight. “If you want me to call you like a dog then you can get out and run after the cart like one.” He nodded for me to step out. “Go on, Tav.”

My legs were still twitching from the hike out to the 8th hole and I was maybe enjoying the custom fans on the cart a little too much. But between that or telling him my full name, I stepped out, cringing as the sun baked my skin once more. It didn’t take long until he was pressing the cart forward. He drove it just fast enough that I was always on his heels, no matter how hard I ran.

As my sneakers thumped the white pavement I imagined they were stomping that stupid handsome face of his. It looked all-natural – there was a small scar on his forehead and plenty of wrinkles that cut from his amber eyes – but the soft curl to his hair and all-linen outfit told the world that he could afford plastic surgery if he wanted to. He could probably afford to buy the plastic surgeon too if the rumors were true.

Mr. Hope parked the golf cart with the herd of others after what felt like a day of running. I heaved heavy breaths in and out, hands on my knees as I considered a nap on the blinding concrete.

“I’m surprised that you made it, Tav. Such a good girl.” Mockery highlighted his voice, but the words caught me off guard. I turned them over in my mind, wondering what other sweet praises the Devil liked to stab with.

“It was a piece of cake,” I lied.

He turned and headed towards the clubhouse, tossing a come-here whistle over his shoulder. I scrunched my face up, swallowing the nasty names I was already starting to come up with for him. I’d share those later with Karlie and Will.

The clubhouse wrapped its welcoming chill around us. I didn’t even mind the goosebumps on my arms, rubbing them only once as I followed him back to the foyer. He pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text before stopping a server carrying a saran-wrapped tray full of chicken salad croissants to the meeting room.

“Have you seen Ms. Zora?” he asked.

“I’m right here.”

Ms. Zora’s white polo and black skort could have gotten her mistaken for club staff if it wasn’t for the glowing pearls that encircled her swan-like neck. She was the secretary for the board and seemed to have a habit, I noticed, of showing up when you least wanted her to.

Raphael waved off the server, not even watching as she scurried away, head down muttering a prayer of thankfulness. He gestured to the walls and ceilings of the foyer.

“Where are all the banners that we ordered?” he asked.

Ms. Zora rolled her eyes, huffing a sigh of exasperation. “Supply chain issues. Don’t worry: I got us a full refund and have contacted that little print shop down the road.” She laughed, “You should have seen how grateful they were that I wanted everything ASAP and at a discount too.”

“I do not care about a discount. I want this foyer decorated now,” he said.

“I’ll give them a call,” Ms. Zora smiled. Her cunning gaze soon fell on me, her smile dropping with it. “Is there a reason why you are here Ms. Baldur?”

“Oh, so she does have a name?” Raphael laughed. “Ms. Baldur is my caddy for the day. I do have to say, I have grown quite accustomed to calling her Tav, though. It has a certain peasant charm to it.”

My clean-cut nails bit into my palms as I balled my fists up. Just get through the day, that’s it. If he used my name any more times I might have to start going by my full name just to get the stink of him off of it.

“I need to go make that call,” Ms. Zora excused herself. He didn’t watch her leave, instead smirking and staring hungrily down at me as if I were the chicken salad sandwiches.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Ms. Baldur,” he said, rolling the r with a flourish. “Such a nice ring to it. Maybe I’ll call you that if you do a good enough job today. Please me and I’ll please you.”

“I-“ He knew he had turned my nickname into an annoyance. I expected him to sprout horns any minute now. “What makes you think that I want you to please me? Can’t I just do my job?”

He turned, heading back out to the golf course. A group of men had managed to gather in the few minutes we’d been inside, chattering and guzzling Bud Lights as if they were college frat boys born again in the heat of the summer.

“Raph!” one of them exclaimed. “What took you so long?”

“I was just making sure everything was ready and attending to a few stray animals.” He looked at me with that remark, before continuing, “Nothing exciting.” He popped his sunglasses back on as the cloud cover retreated. My eyes were drawn once more to the unbuttoned violation. I stared a bit too long as I found his eyes peeking out the peripheral of the shades, waiting for mine to see them. He gave a smile and I went off to his golf cart to sulk in my rosy cheeks.

They chatted and chatted until one of them finally clapped his hands together in anticipation. Beer can after empty beer can clunked into the trash can, and one by one the carts started.

“Out,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Do you have cotton in your ears? Out. You want to be named like a dog, you’ll run like a dog.”

I got out, folding my arms as I watched him get in. “I thought we were done with all this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, but I’m not done with your lesson, Tav. If you keep up, I’ll drive you back after the 18th hole.” And with that, he backed the cart out and zipped off after the pack.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in: Solar Monsters (by @avaveevo)

Ch. 2

Two hours later, at home, the Solars, back in their Shlorpian and Pupa selves, had dinner which is, Terry’s famous spaghetti with meatballs. The family are sitting the table and they eat dinner while Korvo got out the garlic bread from the oven as he cuts it.

Terry: So, how was school today kids? Despite that early incident?

Jesse: We trying to show off to our classmates. But, the Headphone Guys got in the way.

Terry: Aw, I’m sorry sweetie. I know how much you wants to make more friends. But, don’t give up.

Jesse: looks down depressingly Yeah.

Terry: What about you Sonya? Did you see the new mascot for your school?

Sonya: Mr. Opposites! Krakens are the worst kind of mascots! They’re monsters!

Korvo: turning his head around while looking at Sonya I thought you said Bulldogs are the worst kind of mascots.

Sonya: Mr. Opposites! Those dogs have very scary faces! With razor sharp teeth!

Pupa: eating his spaghetti while playing with it Mmm. Spaghetti!

Yumyulack: fiddling with his food

Terry: looks at Yumyulack while eating Yumyulack, what’s wrong? Are you still upset over what happens today?

Yumyulack: sighs Yeah. Well, at I least I have pills to help control my emotions and fucked up skin. Are you sure the school will let me use medicine?

Korvo: I’m sure Principal Cooke would allow that. You need to tell him about this condition.

Suddenly, Korvo accidentally cuts his hand with a knife as he screams in pain. Terry and the kids gasp in horror as Terry rushes over to Korvo as Terry grabs Korvo and takes him to the sink as he turns on the facet.

Terry: Korvy. It’s okay, I’m here. puts the bleeding hand in the water as Korvo began have panic attack that causes his eyes to glow aquamarine; gasp What the? Korvo? Why are your eyes glowing?

Yumyulack: Korvo?!

Jesse: Is everything okay?!

Sonya: Mr. Opposites?

Terry: Oh my God. You must be overwhelmed. holds Korvo close to him as the glow began to fade away from Korvo’s eyes It’s okay. I’m here. Shh.

Korvo’s eyes stops glowing as he feels his husband’s heartbeat close to his chest as he smiles and snuggles next to him. Korvo closes his eyes as he feels like he is protected with the Shlorpian he loves by his side. A romantic tune is heard form the background as Terry kisses Korvo on the forehead and dries the wounded hand with a towel softly and kiss Korvo on the forehead.

Terry: It’s okay honey. I’m here.

Korvo: Thank you Terry. kisses him on the cheek

The kids moan in disgust as they cover their eyes while the Pupa groans in annoyance and drops his face on his spaghetti and meatballs.

Terry: So, shall clean the night and finish cutting that garlic bread for you sweetums?

Korvo: blushing D’aw, I would love that.

The two husbands kiss as Korvo got his food and sit down at the table while Terry began to finish cutting the garlic bread and puts in a basket as he sets it down on the table. The scene the pan forwards to Korvo and Terry’s bedroom where it shows Korvo in his pink lady sleepwear while reading a book with a pair of reading glasses on his face. Terry steps out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth with his Mandalorian pjs on as he lifts his blanket and began to feel relaxed.

Terry: relaxing Aaaaaahhhhh… what a day. I just hope the golf course doesn’t sue us. notices the worried look on Korvo’s face What’s wrong, honey?

Korvo: I… sighs I’m just can’t believe our boy would do this. I can’t believe it’s finally time-

Yumyulack: offscreen For what?

Yumyulack yawns as he inside the adults’ bedroom and sits on Korvo’s bedside.

Yumyulack Uh, hey, dads?

Korvo and Terry: What?

Yumyulack: Uh, I mean. Hey Terry and Korvo. What up?

Korvo: Oh, what’s wrong Yumyulack? Still can’t sleep, huh?

Yumyulack: Yeah.

Korvo: Tell us what’s wrong.

Yumyulack approaches Korvo as Korvo holds Yumyulack’s hands.

Terry: Is it about what happened at school?

Yumyulack: Yeah. It just that before I attack Jayden, I started seeing… purple.

Korvo: growing nervous Y-you did? Wh-what so you mean by that?

Yumyulack: And then my eyes glowed and I slashed his cheek. It was distressing!

Korvo: gasp as he release his hands from Yumyulack’s hands Oh god. Not now. Not now..

Korvo starts breathing in and out as Terry gasp and heads over there and tries to comfort Korvo.

Terry: Holy shit! Korvo, are you oka-

Korvo: eyes starts to glow aquamarine GET AWAY FROM ME!

Korvo then covers his mouth as the glow from his eyes disappear. Terry and Yumyulack stood in silence at Korvo as they began to worry about him.

Terry: Honey…?

Korvo: eyes starts glowing aquamarine again I SAID GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!

Korvo ran out of the room in panic as he runs up to the ship while breathing in and out. AISHA pops out.

Korvo: AISHA! AISHA! IT’S REALLY HAPPENING!

AISHA: What are you…?

Korvo: trying to reach in his pockets Come on! Come on! WHERE ARE THEY?! having a hard time finding them and realize they aren’t in there Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! his skin becomes to turn black AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! voice becomes deeper and distorted

Korvo’s shadow begins to grow bigger as AISHA gasp in shock.

AISHA: Holy fuck!

Back with Terry, he ran up and hears Korvo screaming.

Terry: Oh no! Korvo! He’s in pain.

Sonya: coming out her and her siblings’s bedroom with Jesse What’s going on?

Terry: Girls, quick! Go get your father’s pills! Stat!

Jesse: Okay! Got it! Come on, Sonya!

Jesse and Sonya check the bedroom with Yumyulack and that when the Pupa spotted the pills and grabs the bottle.

Pupa: Ah.

Jesse: Thanks Pupa! grabs the pills out of the Pupa’s hands and ran out of the bedroom with her siblings

The four siblings made it to Terry as Jesse brings out the pills.

Jesse: Got ‘em, Terry!

Terry: Thanks kids! prepares to throw the bottle Hang on Korvy!

With a huge throw, Terry throws the pills to the ship’s entry as it spills all over the floor. A large breathing and growling sound as heard as a big shadow with glowing eyes approaches and a giant monstrous hand appears and grabs two of them. A munch sound was heard and then a whimpering sound is heard by Terry and the kids as they began to grow concern.

Yumyulack: Korvo?

Jesse: Are you okay?

Sonya: Is Mr. Korvo okay, Mr. Terry?

Terry then beloved something as he begin to head up to the ship worriedly. He hide behind the wall as he hears whimpering.

Terry: Korvo? Honey? Are you okay? hears crying that sound like Korvo’s Oh honey? Are you scared? It’s okay to have a condition that makes you have a rowdy behavior. Hear, let me sing you something.

Terry ran down as he brings out a small guitar and begins to sing a song that helps him:

Terry: 🎵 You should change your name to laughter You bring joy to every room Other voices vanish after Hearing such a lovely tune 🎵

🎵 In a world that's so imperfect Every word you say is music You should change your name to beautiful 🎵

🎵 You should change your name to pity You make tears impossible Wish that I could have you with me Every time I fall… 🎵

Just then, Terry hears something as he stops playing and sees Korvo, now wearing a beautiful white flowing nightgown, with a new bottle of pills laying on the floor as he smiles warmly and embraces him in a kiss. Terry smiles as he melts into the kiss.

Terry: See? Told you still look beautiful to me.

Korvo: Oh thank you Terry. kisses him on the cheek.

Terry: Try to not stay up too late.

As Terry leaves, Korvo sighs as he lays on the floor.

Korvo: Fuck! That was too damn close AISHA, they almost found out.

AISHA: I know right? If they found out the truth…

Korvo: I’m sorry, I don’t think right now is the right time… I need to wait until it’s finally time…

AISHA: I know. I’m sure they’ll understand. Because, they love you. Now get some rest. Sweet dreams.

A few seconds later, Korvo started to cry himself to sleep, which caught Terry’s eye as he comforts his husband by rubbing his head softly and kiss it. Korvo smiles. But then, Terry saw something. He approaches the window and opens up the blinds. He sees an bearded man with seven dogs, which caught Korvo’s attention once he opens his eyes.

Korvo: Terry, what is it? sees the man What the?

Terry opens the blinds again, but this time, the Old Man is gone along with the dogs.

Korvo: Huh? That is strange. I sworn I could’ve seen something.

Terry: Huh? Must be our imaginations. Oh well, good night Korvy.

Korvo smiles and kisses Terry as the two husbands heads to bed and gets into a romantic snuggle. The next morning, Human Korvo starts riding his motorcycle to the laboratory. Once he makes his stop, he takes off his helmet and shakes his blonde hair out. Once he puts it in a ponytail, Human Korvo then notice huge paw prints on the wall as he walks up to them.

Human Korvo: Hmm?

Nova: arriving Korvo! There you are! sees the paw prints Oh my God… what the fuck happened here?

Human Korvo and Nova heads inside the laboratory as people started whispers about something that happen last night. Beverly, one of the scientists, give Korvo a deadpan stare.

Beverly: Well, looks like the main genius has arrived again, like a showoff.

Human Korvo: rolls his eyes Oh puh-lease Beverly. Why don’t you fix that godawful hair of yours? It looks like a rat’s nest.

Beverly: Pfft. Showoff.

Suddenly, crashes were heard as the alarm goes off and screaming is heard.

Human Korvo: What the hell?

As soon as Human Korvo, Nova and the rest of their coworkers head inside the room and gaps upon seeing a Mutabt Tiger attacking and killing people as a Gorey mess is spewed as it nearly reaches Nova and Human Korvo.

Human Korvo and Nova: Holy shit!

The coworkers ran out of the room as they begin to panic. Human Korvo begin breathing and out as he tries to keep calm.

Nova: Korvo, what’s the fuck is going on?!

Human Korvo: I-I don’t know. suddenly sees something

Human Korvo sees then sees glasses on the floor. And fur on it with a vile near it.

Human Korvo: What in the hell is that...? Human Korvo then sees a broken needle as he gasp and uses his Shlorpian empathy to sense it, he then sees a vision of the scientist getting infected by a man as he transforms into the beast as he falls down.

Human Korvo: Oh. Shit.

Suddenly, Human Korvo sees the vile and a broken scanner and knows what to do. He took the vile and scanner as he runs into the room. Nova sees him and follows him.

Nova: Korvo, what the hell are you doing?!

Human Korvo: I have an idea. Trust me. But, I need your help.

Nova nods. The two then got to work while creating some kind of serum after scanning it. After the arum is made, Human Korvo puts it in a needle then he heads outside to find the Mutant Tiger. He uses the scanner and it detects the beast as he felt something drooling. As Human Korvo wipes it off his face, he looks up and sees the Mutant Tiger, preparing to attack him.

Human Korvo: screams

Human Korvo ran away from the beast as it scratched his coat. Human Korvo then jumps and slides over the beast as it tries to grab him.

Human Korvo: growls as he gets out the needle Eat it, bitch!

Human Korvo puts the antidote into the Mutant Tiger as it yowls and it turns back into a human man as he falls to the floor. Human Korvo breaths in and out as Nova opens the door and runs up to him. They then look at the man. Just then, Cleveland Schroeder arrived in his car as he gets out and sees the lab smoke and water sprinkling out of the laboratory. He then sees Human Korvo with Nova as the scientists began to talking.

Cleveland Schroeder: Ahem!

Human Korvo: gasp Dr. Schroeder. clears his throat

Beverly: Good afternoon Dr. Schroeder.

Cleveland Schroeder: sees the claw mark on Korvo’s robe Korey! You better have a good explanation for this!

Human Korvo: Uh, I-

Elizabeth: You’re never gonna believe this sir! Korey saved us.

Beverly: What?! He did?!

Human Korvo: I did?

Max: Yeah. Korey made an antidote for that Mutant Tiger!

Hal: He even made a scanner they detected where the best is and what it is infected by!

Roxxane: He just saved our asses!

The Scientists: chattering

Human Korvo: Oh. Uh, thanks. But, I can’t take all of the credit. My best friend Nova helped me as well.

Nova: smiling

Schroeder then approaches Human Korvo firmly as he smiles with pride and begin talking again.

Cleveland Schroeder: Hmm...interesting. Thank you for letting me know. We'll take action immediately.

Human Korvo: Thank you sir. Anything else?

Cleveland Schroeder: We also wanted to let you know that you are the winner. Congratulations.

The scientists, except for Beverly, gasp in surprise as Nova grows excited and Human Korvo is surprised as he grins and tries not to scream in excitement.

Human Korvo: R-really? I won?!

Cleveland: Yep. For making an invention that saved so many lives today. We’ll see you on Saturday. Take care.

As soon as Schroeder leaves, Nova hugs Human Korvo as the scientists congratulates and cheers for Korvo, except for Beverly who stares at him.

Beverly: Winner of the science monthly huh? We’ll see about that.

Later, school ended as Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya head home. Just then, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie starts driving at fast pace.

Miss Frankie: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

The kids follow them. The scene cuts to the house, where it shows Human Terry coming home from the store until he saw Miss Frankie’s car. The scene then cuts to Terry, back in his normal Shlorpian self.

Terry: So, yeah? That’s what I wanted to tell you.

Miss Frankie: Well, thanks for telling us. But, that’s not why we’re here? Nova called and guess what?!

Terry: What?! What is it?!

Cherie, Montez and Pezlie came in with Sherbet and Nova.

Cherie: Terry? Guess what?! The laboratory was attack but then Korvo and Nova made an amazing discovery that saved his coworkers!

Nova: It’s true! That invention helped saved a victim’s life!

Pezlie: cooing

Montez: Everyone is hearing the news!

The kids came in as Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their alien selves with.

Yumyulack: Cherie? Montez? Cooke? Frankie? What are you guys doing here?!

Sonya: What’s going on?!

Korvo comes in as he turns back into his Shlorpian self with excitement on his face.

Korvo: TERRY! I HAVE THE BEST NEWS!

Terry: What? What is it?

Korvo: I won!

Terry: What? You won the monthly?!

Korvo: Yes! My new invention got Dr. Schroeder’s eyes! He was really amazed by my hard work, it just earned the spot for 1st prize!

Terry: Oh my god! Really! I'm so happy for you! pummels on Korvo as he showers him with kisses as Korvo smiles lovingly and blushes

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya gasp in joy.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: Yes! Alright, Korvo! That's our dad! Korvo!

The kids celebrate by doing a ring around the rosey as Korvo and Terry smile at them.

Principal Cooke: Holy shit! We gotta spread the news for Saturday!

Cherie: Don’t worry, Nova, Frankie and I will go tell the ladies.

Montez: And Cooke and I will go tell the guys! Come on!

After Cherie hands Pezlie over to Sherbet as Pezlie giggles, the human adults head out while Sherbet smiles at the kids.

Korvo: This is it guys! Our luck is finally changing! The Solars are finally coming around!

The Solar Opposites then get into a group hug as Sherbet and Pezlie joins in.

Pezlie: babbling

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday!

Only 2% of women describe themselves as ‘beautiful’.

The average Briton will lose 756 socks in their lifetime.

Men spend almost a year of their lives staring at women.

Barcode scanners scan the white bits, not the black.

The brain naturally craves four things: food, sex, water and sleep.

By law, all citizens of Kentucky must take a bath at least once a year.

80% of the London Underground is, in fact, overground.

Cuddling has the same effect on your brain as taking painkillers.

40% of all bottled water sold in the world is bottled tap water.

One-third of people over 70 are still sexually active.

Norway allows students from anywhere in the world to study at their public universities free of charge.

Atychiphobia is a fear of not being good enough for the person you are in a relationship with.

Felons who are considered physically unattractive receive 50 percent longer jail sentences on average than those deemed attractive.

A 2009 search for the Loch Ness Monster came up empty. Scientists did, however, find over a hundred thousand golf balls.

85% of the clicking on web ads is done by 8% of the people. Since 2008, the number of clicks has halved.

The average number of meetings a worker has per day has doubled since 2020.

92% of all engagement with tweets happens within one hour of a tweet being posted.

In Norway, no one can hide their earnings as every citizen's income is made publicly available for everyone else to review.

Sir Walter Raleigh’s devoted widow Elizabeth kept his decapitated head with her in a velvet bag for 29 years.

Cocks don’t have cocks. In 97% of bird species, the males don’t have a penis.

There are at least 27 million slaves in the world today, more than were ever seized from Africa in the 400 years of the slave trade.

78% of former NFL players go bankrupt within two years after ending their careers

Male weightlifters can lift heavier objects after watching erotic videos.

Gerbils can smell adrenaline and are installed in airport security areas to detect terrorists.

The song 'Under Pressure' was written by David Bowie and Queen during a 24-hour wine and cocaine marathon.

Lonely people take longer, hotter showers or baths to replace the warmth they're lacking socially or emotionally.

In the late 1800s, America's first female mayor was put on the ballot as a joke. She won the election by a landslide.

Samoa and American Samoa are roughly one hundred miles from each other but, because of time zone borders, Samoa is twenty-five hours ahead of American Samoa.

The amount of water on Earth is constant and continually recycled over time. Some of the water you drink will have passed through a dinosaur.

A piano word is a word that can be spelled using only the musical notes (ABCDEFG). The longest English word is ‘cabbage-faced’.

In a Simpsons episode that aired in 2003, Homer says his e-mail address is Chunkylover53 @ aol. com. Within minutes of the episode airing, the in-box for that e-mail address was filled to capacity.

There have been Tinder matches on all seven continents. In 2014, an American scientist working at McMurdo Station in Antarctica matched with another researcher camping nearby.

In Vienna, Austria, just after lockdown, a brothel offered citizens a free 30-minute session with a lady of their choice if they turned up to get the Covid-19 vaccination.

The first scientist to predict that increased CO2 in the atmosphere would cause global warming was physicist Eunice Foote, who did so in 1856!

In 1969, a drunk Richard Nixon ordered a nuclear strike on North Korea. Henry Kissinger countermanded the order and told the Joint Chiefs to wait until the president had sobered up to make any decisions.

A man named Dmitry Argarkov once scanned a credit card agreement, edited it, and returned it with a 0% interest rate and no limit in the new terms. The bank signed without reading it and a judge held them to it.

During the 2008 Beijing Olympics, the 9-year-old girl who sang a patriotic song at the opening ceremony was revealed to be lip-synching. The real singer was a 7-year-old girl backstage who wasn't considered good-looking enough and might've damaged China's image.

As a kid, Jimi Hendrix would often carry a broom around and pretend it was a guitar. After more than a year of taking a broom to school, a social worker tried to get funding for a real guitar, arguing that leaving him without one could result in psychological damage.

After writing the ‘Seven Nation Army’ main riff, Jack White intended to save it, in case he was ever asked to write a James Bond theme. Thinking this unlikely, he decided to finish the song. Four years later, he was asked to write the theme for the Bond film ‘Quantum of Solace’.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Ladies Golf Gear: Essentials for Performance and Style

Introduction:

Golf has been the sport of skill, strategy, and etiquette for a long time. Traditionally, this is one male-dominated sport, but of late women have not only taken to this sport but are also making their dent with skill and panache. This swing in the interest of women has raised demand for high-quality, performance-oriented, and stylish ladies' golf gear. From clubs designed for the ladies' needs to apparel for comfort and functionality, ladies' golf gear today comes in an impressive array of options. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women. Whether you're a true beginner or a very experienced player, investing in the right gear will go a long way in making a huge difference in your game.

Key Components of Ladies Golf Gear

Women's Golf Clubs

Driver: Generally, ladies' drivers are made a bit lighter and with a higher loft so they can hit longer distances without needing to use so much energy.

Irons and Wedges: Ladies' irons are often fitted with a graphite shaft and of a slightly reduced length so it allows giving more swing control.

Putter: Most putters are made with smaller grips and lengths for better handling and control.

Hybrids: They are favorite for lady golfers, for they can offer versatility the same way as long irons but are fairly much easier to maneuver.

Ladies Golf Bags

Cart Bags: These are heavier and a perfect choice for those golfers who intend to use a golf cart. Cart bags may be availed with voluminous storage and easy access to equipment.

Stand Bags: Stand bags are both light weight and portable, with a feature that makes them favorable to golfers who enjoy walking the course.

Carry Bags: Super lightweight for those players who carry only the bare essentials, they have few pockets for ease of handling.

Ladies' Golf Clothing

Polo Shirts and Sleeveless Tops: Designed for comfort in breathable materials like polyester or cotton blends for fabulous stretch and cool factor.

Golf Skorts and Shorts: The comfort of shorts with the appeal of a skirt in skorts has made them hot favorites amongst golfing women. Shorts and capris are great for hot weather.

Outerwear: Windbreakers, waterproof jackets, and layering pieces provide added comfort on colder months or rainy days. Headwear: Hats and visors are vital for protection from the sun to

keep you in focus for the game.

Women's Golf Shoes

Spiked vs. Spikeless: Spiked shoes assure much better grip on wet or hilly areas, while spikeless shoes will be comfortable and versatile on flatter courses.

Breathability/Waterproofing: A waterproof option would be a decent choice to keep your feet dry during dewy mornings or in rainy conditions.

Arch Support/Cushioning: Proper support is highly imperative in avoiding any signs of fatigue, particularly when you are most likely to walk the course.

The Essentials On-Course Accessories

Golf Gloves: In order to maintain proper grip and avoid any blister formations, women's gloves come in multiple sizes that will fit your hand just right.

Rangefinders: Devices used to measure distances to pins, rangefinders prove quite helpful to establish the accuracy of your shots.

Golf Tees and Balls: Women's golfing balls are usually softer to allow for more spin and control.

Towels and Ball Markers: The towels will keep your clubs clean while the ball markers will help you mark your spot on the green. Umbrella: A good quality golf umbrella will keep you dry from those quick showers.

How to Pick the Ideal Ladies Golf Equipment: Things to Consider

Budget

This will define your quality and quantity of gear that you can purchase. It is better to splurge on high-quality essentials like clubs and shoes and economize on the other less-than-necessary things that can be replaced afterward.

Skill Level

This may mean the beginner devoting more attention to the main tools of the trade, while the intermediate and advanced player seeks special tools that help fine tune certain parts of their game. For each of these three levels of player, there is a set by the likes of both TaylorMade and Callaway.

Personal Comfort

Comfort should be a priority in your gear selection. Break in shoes to ensure adequate support, and check your clubs for just the right grip. Your apparel should permit freedom of movement; breathable fabrics are best, especially for summer rounds.

Course Conditions

If you play lots of hilly or wet courses, then spiked shoes will help provide traction. Waterproofed apparel and bags can help in rainy conditions; in warm, flat courses lighter, breathable clothing and spikeless shoes work nicely.

Style Preferences

To many women golfers, fashionably designed and stylish gear helps to reflect their personalities. Many golf apparel brands realize this and offer designs that integrate style with functionality. Look for items that can make you feel confident on the course.

Brands that Shine in Ladies Golf Gear

A few brands rise to the top in the ladies golf gear market, combining quality and performance with style. Here is a brief summary of some of the notable names:

TaylorMade: Renowned for high-performance clubs and innovation, TaylorMade's women's line includes clubs designed with lighter materials for optimal speed and distance.

Callaway: Popular for forgiving clubs and reliable balls, this brand works well for beginning and intermediate players.

Nike and Adidas: These companies are the leading golf apparel brands providing moisture-wicking clothing, comfortable shoes, and stylish outerwear designed just for women.

FootJoy: This is a well-recognized name in footwear for golfers. FootJoy has spiked and spikeless options with exceptional arch support and comfortable cushioning.

Ping: Ping offers complete sets tailored to women, along with lightweight and durable golf bags that boast ample storage for all accessories.

Women's Golf Equipment FAQs

What should I look for when purchasing lady's golf clubs?

Selection is based on material, length, and weight. Women's clubs are lighter and shorter; the shafts are also more flexible to accommodate the slow swinging speed. A full set of hybrids and putters would be better for beginners because both can lighten the burden of learning.

Are there certain clothing brands that actually address the needs for women's golf apparel?

Yes, several brands are into women's golf attire. These include Nike, Adidas, Callaway, and Puma. These companies have made clothes to provide comfort, flexibility, and style. Most of them contain high-performance fabrics for efficient sweat removal and to keep you cool. Many options provide freedom of movement.

How often should I replace my golf gear, particularly clubs and shoes?

Gear replacement does depend on usage and wear. Most golf clubs will generally last about 3-5 years, but drivers and putters will very well probably outlive the set. Shoes should be changed every 1-2 years, especially if one plays a lot. Always check all your gear for wear and tear, since performance could be affected when using worn-out gear.

What type of golf balls does one recommend for ladies to improve their performance?

They tend to be softer so it allows for more control and greater distances. Titleist, Callaway, and Bridgestone are a few that make women's golf balls designed for slower swing speeds, thus providing even better performance and accuracy.

Is there gear available to enhance my game?

But several accessories will help you take your game to the next level, such as rangefinders for accurately determining distances, gloves for a firmer yet sure grip, and putting mats for training. Even the tiniest accessories like ball markers and divot tools come in pretty handy and also keep your good etiquette going.

Conclusion

It means both comfort and good performance on the course are dependent on the right choice of ladies' equipment in golf. High-quality clubs, durable golf bags, stylish apparel, and supporting footwear are but a few of the choices to be made to meet the needs of women at all skill levels. Remember, along with personal style, one should choose equipment related to the skill level and course conditions. The truth is, quality equipment can make all the difference in the game and will probably heighten your enjoyment of each game. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women.

When you have the right equipment to your name, you will be all so different in stepping onto that green. Be it beating the score, just for enjoyment, or simply hanging out with friends, well-suited gear makes all the difference. So find your equipment match, and let your confidence shine on the course!

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Trump started the January 6/2021 insurrection. There is a lot to say about it but I'll brief. Trump wanted to stay in power. He wanted to be a dictator. His followers did his biddening and a lot of them are paying for it which they should! Hope Trump gets the book thrown at him when and if he ever goes to trial for it! Truly the worst thing he did as president. Some of his lawyers and followesr still call him President! He isn't and should not be! I don't even want to refer to him as A former president! He cheated on all his wives. Melonia, I believe, married him for money. She hated being the First Lady and purposly did a horrible job at it! Doesn't live in the same house as Trump. She is rarely seen with him! Melonia hates him! Loves their son Barron and she will do everything she can to make sure Baron is not screwed over by Trump! Trump is a cult leader of his followers and supporters! I have family members who adore Trump! It makes me sick! Trump tried to flush documents down White House toilets! He says he is 6 ' 3 and weighs only 215! He's more like 315! He is a slob! Cheats at gokf, every time he p!ays! Tried to cheat as golf the time he played Tiger Woods! Tiger caught him! Created space force and I have no idea what they do or if this is a real thing ! Rarely wire A mask during the pandemic. Hated wearing be mask because bit messed up his orange make up! Said he would get rid of Obama care! It never happened and he said his plan would be bigger and better! I'm still waiting! Wears adult diapers. Can't control his bowels because if his drug use in the 1980s! There is videos of the stinky guy farting and you can see people like Mike Pence, have that face of someone smelling A fart! With the border, Trump said he built A whole wall and nobody could get through or over it in truth Trump built only 50 miles of the wall and most of it was replacing old parts of the wall. Trump had used cheap martial. Less then a year the wall was falling apart ! In some parts the walk was rotting away! Some spots were cut through, multiple tines, even after being fixed! The material was cheap and a person could buy cheap tools to get through the fence! Oh brother! Trumpnhad more illegal immigrants cross the border then any modern president in history! Same with drugs! Trump has no idea that drugs come from all over the world! Not all gets in the country! Thanks to border patrol and drug agents at airports. For example! Not all drugs come from Mexico! Same with illegal immigrants! There are some who try to get in the States, by trying to use illegal papers! Those people are sent back to their country, right away! Agents go through so much stuff and do find lots of illegal drugs! Don't forget, there are a lot of people who make illegal drugs in drug houses! Trump banned Muslims from entering the United States! He doesn't believe in global warming! He told California people to rake their forests, after he refused to send money to California after terrible fires! Went to Puerto Rico after a hurricane and threw people paper towels! Puerto Rico suffered badly after a hurricane and suffered more because Trump refuse to send them aid money! He took a sharper to a map directing a hurricane towards Alabama when it wasn't going that way! Scaring the crap out of Alabama residents! Trump loved to say when a hurricane was going to happen, he would be the wetest Hurricane we'd ever seen! Said he never heard the word caravan until one was heading to the States from Central and Southern America! Then he said their was criminals and terrorists in the middle of the caravan! Totaly untrue! Said he would never have a company leave the USA to go to another country! Bull! Said that companies were coming back to the USA after he did the Chinese tariff deal! Not! Hates wind bines because a wind farm was built near one of his golf courses and lowered the property value! Unbelievable! It makes me sick knowing, there are people can't take off the blinders to see the truth will vote for Trump for President! For me it's Biden all the way!

[ilopisara]

19.01. 19:26 | Ilo Pisara vs Youngstown Ferdas 4 - 0

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, gather 'round as I recount the tale of our latest hockey conquest. Our beloved Ilo Pisara just put on a clinic out there against the Youngstown Ferdas with a score that reads like my dream golf handicap: 4 - 0! Let's talk about Macho Fantastico – more like Macho Magnifico! With two goals to his name, he was sniping pucks past their goalie like Cupid on Valentine's Day—only instead of love, it’s sheer humiliation he’s spreading. And Jani Saari? The man must have had rockets in his skates because he was flying down the ice faster than rumors at a high school reunion. Teppo Winnipeg might not have lit up the scoreboard himself but dished out assists like they were going out of style – clearly playing chess while everyone else is stuck playing checkers. Sami Noddy deserves an honorable mention for those crisp passes; if only my morning toast came out so perfect! And let me tell you something about sportsmanship—or rather lack thereof—from our opponents who decided to throw in the towel early. It seems Youngstown Ferdas couldn't handle the heat so they got out of the kitchen before dessert was even served! A win by DNF? That stands for "Did Not Finish," or as we'll remember it: "Definitely Not Formidable." So raise your glasses high—Ilo Pisara didn’t just win today; we sent a message wrapped in victory and tied with a bow made from their forfeited pride. Onward to glory!

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[puutterings]

meanwhile, a study of Rocks in Sepia

        Yesterday morning I took my first painting-lesson, and lor! it is very funy. Professor Hummel is very much, to look at, like Dr. Hedge; and he has his “Atelier,” as he calls it, all about in two little parlours. When I went in, so found I two ladies puttering away, and a gentleman with his neatly prepared drawing-board painting... The Professor had got me a table and copy all fixed out, and I sate down to copy a study of Rocks in Sepia. Alas, dear Herst! this man’s method is totally different, and so old-fashioned and arrière! To copy every darned line in pencil before the colour!! To Miss Lucretia P. Hale / Frau Biber’s Erfurte-strasse, Tuesday evening, December 3, 1872 100 : link

      Meanwhile, Tilton has kept me the whole winter puttering over the decorating book, which is now really going to press at once; he will pay me twenty-five dollars more, which makes a hundred... To Miss Ellen Day Hale / Boston, February 20, 1885 144 : link

...But good old Franklin came every day afterwards, and made the fire mornings, and stayed round, and I called in Oliver, who dined with Franklin and stayed afterwards to help him wash up. ’Twas a sight to see the two old darkies clumsily puttering away with the mops and towels. Oh! those mornings! to wake up in doubt of any help — cold as Greenland — my bath at six, — then down to a cold kitchen, the faithful Franklin appearing just as I gave him up, — then making myself the coffee, sweeping the red room, in a royal clutter, with Phil., his cigarettes, the constant fire, newspapers all scattered round, — set the table, back to kitchen to fry sausages and potatoes and make toast, boil milk, skim the cream, put away the milk, keep neat the refrigerator, fetch Phil.’s waterpail, and cheer him in bed with news from the front... To Miss Lucretia P. Hale / Matunuck, Rhode Island, October 2, 1893 284 : link

      Such a delicious drive, and you with me (unawares) through country roads, and every tree just flushed with sheen, the first minute of real spring-time, poplars and willows and oaks and sycamores and maples with hanging things, and ladies stepping out of green fields with great bunches of red flowers, and a river with clear water sparkling over stones, and the earth smelling newly ploughed, and the lawn-cutters making hay smells, and the Golf Club, and caddies caddying and putters puttering and toads toadying and Dukes and Princes and Counts counting, and the Grand Duke of Russia and sa femme in a carriage, and the blue sea sparkling, and the Jardin Publique with music, and little boys drawn in carts, and donkeys with side-saddles, and English women holding up their petticoats to the skin, and fish shining in the fish-markets, and small boats everywhere, and Britannia ruling the waves. Hurry up and come before it is all gone by. To Mrs. William G. Weld / Cannes, March 24, 1897 315 : link

all ex Susan Hale, Letters of. Edited by Caroline P. Atkinson; introduction by Edward E. Hale. (Boston, 1919) LC copy (among others) at hathitrust link

note, and observation

144 this would be Susan Hale, her Self-instructive lessons in painting with oil and water-colors : on silk, satin, velvet and other fabrics : including lustra painting and the use of other mediums (Boston: S. W. Tilton Co., 1885) : link (Getty copy) same, via archive.org : link Introduction : Art and Taste...

a search for “puttering” + “author:hale” was prompted by a Library of America announcement — “Wickedly Smart”: Honoring Nancy Hale at 115 — of the imminent republication of two Hale titles — The Prodigal Women (1942) and Where the Light Falls (a collection of short fiction). Hale, winner of ten O. Henry Awards and a frequent contributor to The New Yorker — I’d never heard of her; but it may have been something about the name...

Nancy Hale (1908-1988) wikipedia : link daughter of Philip Leslie Hale (1865-1931) and Lilian Westcott Hale (1880-1963), both painters — he once engaged with Ethel Reed (1874-1912 *) — and both honored with their repective wikipedia pages : link and link and he (Philip Leslie) the son of Edward Everett Hale (1822-1909), author, historian and Unitarian Minister wikipedia : link

and Susan?

Susan Hale (1833-1910) was author, traveler, artist, and Edward Everett’s sister, keeper of his summer house in Matunuck, Rhode Island. wikipedia : link

I don’t know what to make or do with any of this, but will look further into Nancy Hale, and think about this accomplished-cum-privileged white Boston Brahmin-ean family, and Edward Everett’s erased-by-the-family relationship with Harriet Elizabeth Freeman (1847-1930), a remarkable botanist/geologist/conservationist in her own right wikipedia : link

an overall sense of the Hale family can be gotten from the finding aid to the Hale Family Papers (1797-1988), held at Smith College : SSC-MS-00071 : link  

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Paige Spiranac Controversy

When Spiranac disclosed that she was getting death threats from people, things became off-limits. "My family and I were harassed," she claimed. "I was getting death threats, having my privacy invaded, and being blackmailed. I was attempting to play while all of this was happening. 

paige spiranac nude sent to an ex-boyfriend that was afterwards circulated among others was the "stolen private property" she was referring to. She received a threat of extortion from someone who demanded money or more images in order to avoid having her image posted online just moments before her press conference in Dubai.

Spiranac revealed she frequently gets questioned about joining the adult website during her Q&A sessions with her supporters.

Paige, however, said that specific action was "not in her business strategy" and would "destroy her career."

Paige stated on the Playing A Round podcast: "There is this stigma attached when you say OnlyFans.

"I don't condemn any lady who chooses to launch OnlyFans; respect yourself and follow your heart. But for me, it simply doesn't fit into my business model.

Paige Spiranac's Instagram post set off a firestorm of comments, with some calling her actions offensive and others saying they deserved a second chance.

Spiranac's game ended up quickly becoming mired in controversy, as she posted a photo of herself with her legs spread apart, as well as a Snapchat video showing her walking directly into traffic. From there, the internet was abuzz with rumors that Spiranac had been outed by a porn star and accused of being a member of the Kardashian Klan

It was a chaotic day at the power play in Pyeongchang. Just minutes before the closing ceremonies began, curlers from both teams took to the ice for an unprecedented on-ice summit with officials.

Spiranac describes how she met Justin Timberlake.

The golf beauty spoke candidly about her encounter with Timberlake on the course during the same broadcast. She admitted, "Justin Timberlake was one of the coolest individuals I have ever met. "When you're just hanging out with him, you just forget that he is a gigantic, mega superstar, and he's actually a really good player too," said the author.

She continued, "He was my partner in a par-three competition and we played very well together, but he gave me a high-five and I was like, 'I can't believe Justin Timberlake just gave me a high-five.'"

Spiranac, who was crowned "Sexiest Woman Alive" by Maxim in June, also tweeted an uplifting message while savouring the occasion on Friday.

"I used to worry a lot about being 'touted seriously' and winning over people who didn't even like me. When I started enjoying my material and following my passions, everything in my work changed, Spiranac tweeted. "Today I dropped a sick towel while photographing my calendar! Be you without any apology.

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 9

Good evening everyone, and welcome to week 9 of the third annual NFL pick 'em pool 🤵🤵🤵 Where over THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS 😤 💲💰 are at stake. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions so far, and we have finally reached the HALFWAY point 🌗 I cannot WAIT to see the back half of the season, which I'm sure will pair perfectly with the first like peanut butter and jelly, like milk and Oreos, like a shot of tequila and another shot of tequila, like Christmas and Mariah Carey

LISA - 12 POINTS

She's not giving up ladies and gentlemen 👀👀👀 as she absolutely bullseyes 🎯 another week. Missing ONLY the Buffalo game means Lisa has reclaimed a share of the lead. She better enjoy it, because this is the only way I'm communicating with her now. Lisa outdrove me at our golf game last weekend. She's 13.6 pounds. Can barely open a jar of pickles. Outdrove me. Three times 😐 Actually, I thinks this is more of a statement about how our fearless commissioner has the golfing prowess of a donut ⛳ Anyway, this was a nearly perfect week for Lisa, and she's hoping the back-half of the year will follow suit, a perfect pairing, like golf and wanting to throw your clubs in a lake 💦

GABBY - 11 POINTS

Not to be outdone, gabby CLINGS to first place after an equally stellar 11 point effort 💪 The Lisa / Gabby duo are starting to pull away from the crowd now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ with a FOUR point lead over second place 😗 Can the BEST looking accountant this side of the statement of cash flows take the VICTORY??? 🏆 I'm not sure, but she's hoping to close out her stellar first half with an even better back-half. It's another perfect pair, like Assets and Liabilities + Shareholder Equity (How Gabby manages to show up to work each day is beyond me, I fell asleep just typing "Shareholder Equity" 🤓)

VAL - 11 POINTS

... 🤨 ... 😨 ... 😲 ... 😱 Well paint me yellow and call me a bridge because VALERIE DAIGNEAULT has scored ELEVEN POINTS this week 🎉🎉🎉 AND she's moved into FOURTH place, the best she's done since WEEK ONE 🤯 It may be a little early, but screw it, the Commish is DECLARING that Val is an official title CONTENDER 🎽👟 Here's hoping that Val can extend the hot streak with a strong finish, combing the first-half and second-half together into a perfect pairing, like Supreme Court Justices and unnecessarily long black robes (I swear RBG was hiding a smokeshow under those emperor sized bedsheets 🔥🔥🔥 ... I'm definitely going to hell)

ABBY - 11 POINTS

WHAT IS GOING ON 😵 Now Abby is getting in on the fun, with her HIGHEST point total of the season. 💯💯 Enough to FINALLY bump her out of last place, where she's been since week 4. Is this a turning point for Señora Big Spur, or is the rest of her season going to have her administering herself some therapy? 👩‍⚕️ Hopefully the back half of Abby's season continues the trend of greatness. We DON'T want it to pair well with her atrocious first half. They should NOT go together, like Abby and blue eyeshadow. In other news, her romance with Braveheart is going great:

JANIE - 10 POINTS

Janie manages to turn in yet another solid ten pointer this week, keeping her firmly in the hunt 🏹🦌 and inching her into THIRD place 😬 With some clever picks for Seattle and Tampa Bay, she's kept herself in the running for the FIRST place trophy 🏆 Very impressive considering she's always got to be on alert for her number one fan and suicidal rat. another pairing that's leaves a lot to be desired: Small dogs and anything even mildly dangerous

JJ - 9 POINTS

JJ hasn't thrown in the towel yet! ⛱ Keeping himself alive with a totally RESPECTABLE 9 points. However, he'll have to do better in the back half to have a shot at the CASH 💲💲💲 Not sure how I'm feeling about his current strategy of transforming himself into father time 🧔 Don't know how exactly it's going to help him pick football teams, but I'm excited to watch his slowly go from George Clooney to Robin Williams

PEYTON - 9 POINTS

A slight stumble keeps Peyton in second place, FOR NOW 😳 Our favorite baritone has other sports accomplishments 🏈🎾🏒 to speak of this week, after my BOI slammed himself a hole in one out of the disc golf links 1️⃣ So not only is everyone reading this better than me at regular golf, THEY ARE BETTER AT DISC GOLF TOO. It shouldn't be a surprise my man's got the skills, he has an advantage over us vertically normal people

HOW NORMAL PEOPLE SEE DISC GOLF:

HOW PEYTON SEES DISC GOLF:

RUSTY - 8 POINTS

They are many things Rusty can do. You want the finest custom house designed to your specifications? Boom 🏡 done. You want a steak so delicious that Gordon Ramsey would shed a tear of joy? got it 😢 You want a bourbon and ginger that will have you waking up in a Tijuana dumpster? order up 🍺 But if you need someone to pick a football team for you, you better go ahead and give Gabby a call 📞 I think PICKING things isn't really dad's strong suit. My homie got himself 15 lottery tickets this weekend. all those tickets, and he had the same amount or right numbers as the number of times Brady has successfully gotten into a bar. Zero 0️⃣

JULIETTE - 6 POINTS

Oof 😬 If I could describe Juliette's past three weeks in a emoji, It would be 🥴 As she falls firmly into last place. All is not lost though, as the Tempe Typhoon still has a shot here people 🤑 If she can be STATE CHAMPION there's nothing she CAN'T do. Huge congratulations to JuJu on dat beat's BIG win. With this she's now Juuuuuuuust ahead of my all time state championship record:

Juliette - 1

Logan - 0

We've made it halfway people 🤩 and I can't wait to see who takes it home in the BACK HALF. STAY STRONG AND GET THAT MONEY 💰

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inspired by an ask by @bohogothic (thank you💕)

prompt: YN really hates golfing and really just wants a good lie - spoiler: she doesn’t get her way.

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warnings: daddy kink, spanking, smut

YN really wanted a nice lie in, the hotel bed was actually super comfortable with the aircon blowing on high as she hunkers under the blankets with Harry as a space-heater - he was always toasty hot when he slept.

But then his alarm goes off at seven-thirty in the god damn morning, he wakes with a sharp intake of air and groggily swipes the alarm off.

“Baby,” He rasps softly, his wife tucked into his side - nose nuzzled into the curve of his neck with an arm over his stomach and leg across his, “Time to get up.”

“No,” She whines against his skin, burying her face deeper, “You can go, I don’t want to get up. I’m all cozy.”

“Baby, need y’to come. Not gonna ‘ave fun without you there,” Harry guilt trips her with his own returning whine.

She swears he’s like a clingy gremlin, he demands her presences and when she doesn’t oblige he becomes pouty and miserable.

“Golf is so boring, fame has changed you. Never would have golfed back home,” YN jabs at him to rile him up, pinching his hip.

He rolls over, on top of her, holding himself above her as he nips meanly at her chin, “Yeah? You also wouldn’t have a expensive pretty ring, four beautiful houses, and anything you could ever want if fame hadn’t changed me a little.”

“I’d rather not have any of that if it meant I didn’t have to watch you golf,” She deadpans, suppressing a smile as he glares at her.

“Take it back,” Harry huffs playfully, he continues his play bites and going down to his elbows so he’s put more of his weight on her, “Be nice t’your husband, darlin’.”

“I’m always nice. It’s you who is cruel, dragging me out of a warm bed while I’m so sleepy…” She was defiently turning up the dramatics because she knew exactly how to get under his skin.

“S’quite enough of y’whining,” He dismisses, palming a bit roughly at her belly and grinds down his morning wood against her just to act like a teenager before he slips of the bed, “Now go put on somethin’ pretty so I’ll have some nice eye candy while I play.”

YN flips him off and stays under the covers for five more minutes before finally pulling herself out to get dressed.

-

She decides on one of Harry’s white oversized gucci sweatshirts with a pleated white tennis skirt - topped off with white socks and shoes. ***

As Harry steps out of the bathroom, he scans over her and huffs, rubbing the towel in his damp hair, he mumbles mullishly, “Don’t have to look that good.”

“I figured since we’re meeting with those hockey players, might as well look my best,” YN loves loves getting on his nerves, he falls for it so fucking easily.

If she had to be dragged out on a day off to golf, she was going to make it fun (for herself at least).

Harry growls at her, frown on his face as he stuffs his wallet in his back pocket, “If we had enough time, you’d be pinned against the dresser, crying for me to let you come.”

“Too bad, it’d be easy. No panties,” YN shrugs, knowing exactly how this was going to go.

Her husband trudges over to her, hand slipping up her skirt and meeting her puffy, bare mound with no barrier.

“Absolutely not,” He replies with no room for arguement.

“No very gentleman-like to go sticking your hand up a lady’s skirt,” She makes sure her voice sounds innocent enough to make him want to smack her.

“Y’my wife, plus y’not a lady - y’little slut,” Harry tells her, she could seem him hardening in his slacks as his fingers dip between her folds - curiously pressing at her clit.

But then she’s jutting her bottom lip out when he pulls back, rummages through her suitcase to find a pair of panties, and makes her slip them on.

“Party pooper,” She sighs as he intertwines their hands and they close the hotel room door behind them.

“S’a bit windy out and no one on this earth is ever gonna get a glimpse of tha’ pretty cunt but me.”

-

Now usually, out of two of them, Harry is more clingy, whiny, and struggles to not have YN’s attention all the time.

Today, YN was deciding to take that role.

They meet up with the hockey players on the green, YN takes her position in the golf cart and she goes to put her feet on the dash but Harry pinches her thigh.

“Knock it off, they’re gonna see y’knickers if you do that,” Harry mutters under his breath as he drives them to the first tee spot.

The NHL players convince YN to try a swing, when she does without any honest effort, she shrugs and giggles before trailing back to her seat.

Harry wants to smack her arse until it’s on fire.

It makes it even worse when he notices that the player’s eyes are constantly following his wife’s form or flickering over her body.

When he drives them to the next spot, she rubs his shoulder and then takes his hands between hers - on her lap.

She toys with his wedding band, like she always does when she’s bored, wriggling and twisting it.

Harry’s quite oblivious to what kind of mood that she’s in.

When all the other men are taking their turns, YN stands next to him with her arms around his waist and kisses his jaw.

He just allows her to do as she pleases with him until it’s his turn.

Then it’s YN hugging him from behind, with her hands locked around his slim waist, and her face nuzzling into his strong back.

When they’re a bathroom break, YN plops right on his lap in the cart and lays her head on his shoulder, “S’boring bunny.”

“Not t’much longer, darlin’,” Harry hums, checking where his score is at on his little paper diligently to make sure he’s doing well.

“Just want t’get back in bed with you,” She continues, desperate for him to get the hint as she plays with a stray curl.

“Oh, they’re back baby,” Harry says when the men return, helping her off his lap so they can continue on their game.

And it’s not like he purposefully ignoring her - to tease her, he is straight up oblivious to what she’s trying to get at.

YN has spent years upon years with Harry out to business dinners, galas, outings - you name it and usually she behaves well - but there are times where she has to spice it up a little.

She knows the best way to get his attention - Harry doesn’t lie on his songs when he admits he’s fiercely possessive and jealous.

“Can I try again?” YN slips off the cart, making her way over to the men - instead of going for one of Harry’s clubs - she reaches into one of the other man’s bags.

“Sure, dear,” The blonde one smirks, his eyes tracing her legs and back up to her beautiful, flirty smile, “I’ll set it up for you.”

The man puts the small golf ball on the tee for her, giving her one more smile before stepping up.

She gives him a flutter of her eyelashes, “Thank so much.”

And that’s all it takes to make him jealous.

Harry’s crowding up behind her, her bum cradled in his pelvis as he puts his arms over hers and bluntly says, “Let me show you how to swing.”

YN just has to bite back her laughter, easy as pie.

He dips his lips next to her head, brushing as he grits out lowly enough for no one else to hear, “Y’acting like a lil’ brat because you don’t want to be golfing?”

“Took you long enough to figure out,” YN murmurs back with a pompous lift to her tone as he moves her arms with her to swing.

“Excuse me, mates. I have t’use the restroom,” Harry backs up from his wife, “You want to go too?”

Ooh sex in the loo, she can get on board with that.

But instead, Harry corners her into a stall, smacks her arse hard a few times until she’s near dripping before pulling her skirt back down.

“Cut it out. We only have a few left. S’business, not time for you to act like a spoiled brat because you didn’t get a lay in,” Harry hisses, he was trying desperately to will his hard on to go down.

“My bum hurts,” YN grumbles, the cut of his wedding ring make the smacks sting more.

“Guess y’have to sit your achey bum in the golf cart for the rest of the time and behave,” Harry replies haughtily, uncaring when he hears someone else enter the restroom.

“Sucha mean husband,” She says under her breath, just to watch the hair prickle on the back of Harry’s neck at the insult.

He can’t help himself, snapping, “I’ll show y’mean,”flips her skirt back over her bum and lands three more hits just because and then dragging her back out to the green.

YN does become much more subdued, focusing on the intense pin pricks of pain when she tries to adjust to a comfortable way of sitting.

When Harry looks over and notices that her eyes are wide and a bit wet - he knows they need to go back to the hotel, she was slipping under (which rarely happened outside of their bedroom).

Harry shakes the hockey players hands, he lies and says that his manager called an emergency tour meeting and he had to head out.

YN waves and gives her goodbyes softly, less energetic than when they first arrived, but Harry just tells them she’s tired and didn’t sleep well the night before.

When they’re in the back of the car to the hotel, he notices her winces when her bum touches the leather.

He’s been with her for so long, knows he has to use his soothing, more gentle tone with her - it wasn’t one of the times she was under and wanted him mean.

“Bein’ so good f’me,” He praises, tugging her into his chest and whispering against her hair, “Took ‘em like a good girl, yeah?”

“Yeah,” She agrees kittenishly, her head tucked neatly under his chin for the rest of the ride - silence as he massages at her belly and hips.

And when they’re back in the hotel room, she clings to him as he undresses her, when he shimmies her out of the panties - he examines the irritated and raised skin on her behind, a few scrapes from his rings.

“Oh, I gave it t’you good, huh?” He murmurs, thumbing at the sore skin before squatting to lick and kiss all over her cheeks.

And then she says it.

“Yes daddy.”

“There my sweet girl. Y’like to tease me and then look at you, you go under so easy baby - all it takes is a few swats for you to crumble,” Harry coos, can’t help but spread her cheeks and lick at her tighter back hole.

“Pl-please, need more, wanted it all morning,” YN whines, taking on a subby tone that makes Harry growl as he licks into her.

“I’ve spoiled your too much,” Harry tssked, taking it a step forward and biting her bum cheek where it already aches, “So used to getting everything y’want, the minute you don’t y’turn into a little beggar.”

“M’not,” YN argues in a huff, wincing and groaning as he bites at her bum cheeks to just torture her at this point, “Daddy please, be nice t’me.”

Harry melts a bit, trailing a sloppy line of kisses up her spine until he reaches the back of her neck, “Daddy’s always nice to you. Y’want me to make you come and then put y’back to bed, huh?”

“Please, want you to nap with me though,” She agrees, hissing when two of his thick fingers slip right up into her and curl deliciously against her spot, his pinky doing the same to her other.

“I do whatever m’wife wants me to do,” Harry croons, in awe at how glistening his fingers come back until he pops them in his mouth, “S’not a secret why I write songs about y’cunt that I sing in front of millions - s’pure honey.”

Harry takes pity on his whiney girl, he’s still dressed (knows how much it turns her on when she feels subby and he barely undresses to fuck her).

He takes her arms, crossing them behind her back, and then bending her over the side of the bed until her cheek is smushed.

Then he rustles with his belt and zip, no bothering with anything else before he’s thrusting into her fully on the first thrust.

“Ooo-oh, fuck!” YN moans loudly, the fabric of his golf trousers rubbing against her irritated bum to make it hurt just a bit.

“Finally giving you what you wanted all day, huh? Been getting this cock for the past eleven years and y’still obsessed with getting on it, hm?”

“It’s good, just a little -,” YN groans, moving her footing and Harry helps her move her hips up more until he’s nudging her spot, “There! There there!”

“Yeah,” Harry rasps lowly, sucking hard kisses against her shoulder blades as he pounds in - loving how her backside jiggles, “Gonna smack this sore arse and you’re gonna come.”

And he does, winds up for one last smack, and the intense pleasure mixed with pain has YN’s thighs trembling and struggling to get her afloat.

“Daddy, please,” Is all she says weakly but he listens, a few more thrusts before spilling inside her.

After a shower, Harry texts Jeff.

h: need you to run out to the shops to get me a few things

jeff: what could you possibly need

h: doritos, a chai latte with skim milk from starbucks, some sleepy time tea packets, and a bottle of numbing pain lotion

jeff: i hate being your manager

h: just do it

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And while YN lays on her belly, towards the end of the bed - sipping on her starbucks and munching on crisps watching Halloween Town.

Her doting husband is massaging the numbing lotion onto her sore behind, hushing her every time she squeaks, and reminding her what a good girl she had been.

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And at the Raleigh concert, Harry can’t help himself when he’s introducing the round stage - “So some of you can sit down whilst I’m prancing about - others of you can’t.” ****

It sounds like he’s referring to the fans in the pit who don’t have seats but he looks directly at his wife who is currently not sitting because of the fierce ache in her bum.

She may or may not make a plan to make his arse hurt before a show before the tour ends.

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My Stadium Tour Experience

I finally saw the Stadium Tour after so long(I was 14 when I bought the tickets and I’m 17 next week so…). Anyway, here’s the quick summary

So I arrived like right when it started so I didn’t see Classless Act much, only one and half songs :/

Joan Jett

Ageless queen

Seriously she looks amazing for someone with her style and her age

And her voice….memorizing

I want to be Joan Jett when I get older

I sadly can’t recall the first song she played but the second one was Cherry Bomb and the stadium went wild

For an act that was 45 minutes it was so fun and I wish she had longer

Poison

So bands will play songs before they start to get the crowd hyped…they chose Welcome to the Jungle

Bret Michaels came run out onto the stage and went wild

I loved his energy so much

“Pretty Shiny boy Bret Michaels”-The ladies behind us

Y’all he had a harmonica solo and it went harder than it should have

C.C DeVille got his solo and the stadium was chanting his name

Did I know there was chance he would play Eruption and lead into Fallen Angel? Yes. Was I still prepared when it happened? Not at all

Every time you blink Bret Michaels has a different hat on

Something to Believe In *Mwah*

What was really cool was how Bret interacted with the fans. He let them touch his guitar and waved to them, and when he was driving back into the stadium, he stopped the golf cart and went and gave a few fans high fives

Mötley Crüe:

I saw tits

Okay yes I don’t like the Crüe much themselves but they know how to put on a show

That magic was kind of lost once the giant statues of women appeared and the focus was on the dancers….first portion was just pure rock and I loved that

There were two people dressed like 80’s rock stars, like, Party City kind of costumes and I thought it was funny

Nikki Sixx’s daughter was there and they showed him playing while engaging with her and yes, it was cute and every woman over forty went “awwww”

Nikki Sixx:* Talking to the crowd and has a towel* “Want this towel? Here, it’s like the one I gave your mom in 1986…that’s probably true actually*

Back to the tits, yes it was even Tommy was speaking and they were shown on the screen

“Three pairs of titties in Houston of all places…oh there we go.”

That was kind of funny because he looked like he had just been released into society after being locked up

In other news the guy next to us was a little too drunk….his friend were literally dragging him

I know Vince Neil can’t sing but…oh it was bad…The backing vocals and the crowd saved him

MICK MARS MY MAN! He was just rocking in his corner and I love him for that

Def Leppard

There was a timer and that was the longest ten minutes of my life

They started with Take What You Want and I would have sang along if I didn’t become paralyzed in awe and excitement

It never felt real. The whole thing was like the best dream of my life

Sav*does the thing* Me: HE DID THE THING

Joe Elliott I luv u 🥺

Sav wasn’t shown enough on the screens :(

They started playing Armageddon It and I went ballistic

*This Guitar* My mom: this is so good why haven’t you play me this song :(

I will mom I will I promise you

RICK ALLEN THE THUNDER GOD AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE GOING AT IT AND THEN AGAIN A FEW SONGS LATER IN THE BACK

I did not expect Promises for some reason so I was shocked when they played it but it was BEAUTIFUL

Y’all Hysteria had clips of them ove the years and newspaper headings on how awesome they were and I got teary eye

Two Steps Behind>>> And when it was just Joe at the end oml he’s an Angel the lighting his voice amdbaldnalshwpdbd

They love each other so much it’s adorable I want that kind of bond and I hope I have it with my friends

Rick walking around with his little maraca ❤️❤️

Rick:*epic solo* Me: THATS WHY IVE WRITTEN THREE ESSAYS ABOUT THEM

“From my head to my…” I got that on video fyi

“Rick has something to say” “Gunter Glieben Glauchen Globen” *Chaotic screaming*

There were two drunk girls dancing in front of us and they weee just having the time of our life and it was cool to see

Did not expect them to end with Photograph…but it was an amazing ending

They could have gone on for hours and I would have enjoyed every single moment

They played Kings Of The World on the speakers when it was all over so it was a giant stadium just singing along…beautiful

I could go on and on but I won’t I might upload some photos and videos

In all, the best concert I’ve ever to. The crowd was much fun and you can tell everyone wanted to be there. I didn’t know if I wanted to be a rockstar or a middle age woman reliving her youth with her friends. Seeing Def Leppard was so surreal and unbelievable, and everyone was amazing(Vince…Vince tries. He tries).11/10 experience