Par For The Course – Russell Thayer

Gunselle smashed a lofty drive off the ninth tee at Harding Park, brown hair bouncing in sunshine as she posed for the trailing foursome. An ear splitting wolf-whistle escaped a birdbrain’s lips. She turned to stare at him with one raised eyebrow. “Hey. I was just admiring your follow-through,” said the birdbrain. His pals shared … Continue reading Par For The Course – Russell Thayer