After Corbin pays for all of us at the counter, we choose balls and clubs, and head to the first hole, which features an enormous anchor embedded in the course directly between the tee and the hole.
“Who wants to go first?” Jonathan asks.
“Wait, I think we need a wager first,” Jay says.
“What kind of wager?” I ask.
“If I win — when I win … you have to give me a blowjob,” Jay says.
I’m pretty sure that was already in the plans for tonight, but I guess the bet will make it more fun.
“That’s a really basic request,” Corbin says.
“What would you have wagered?” Jay asks.
“Oh, I don’t know … maybe a striptease. Maybe anal. That’s something we haven’t tried yet.”
At the mention of anal, all of them look my way, and I can only imagine the expression on my face. I’ve never done that, and have shut it down the couple of times it was mentioned by guys I’ve dated over the years. But with these men, I’m surprised to realize it’s something I might consider.
“Those are good ideas,” Jay says. “Maybe I should change my bet.”
“Too late!” I say, laughing. “A basic, boring blowjob it is, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re not going to win.”
“For the record, anytime you give me a blowjob, I will not be bored,” Jay says before making a practice putt with his club, swinging at the air. “On the off chance that you win, what would you like?”
“A full body massage,” I say, not having to think much about it.
“No sexual favors?” Jonathan asks.
“I have a feeling I don’t need to win a bet to get those,” I say.
35
Too close to home
There are eighteen nautical-themed holes at the miniature golf course, and we laugh our way through all of them, mixing in a fair amount of trash talk, and a lot of good-natured teasing.
Despite not being golfers, all of the Hayes brothers are good at the game, and our scores are all close when we reach the last hole, which, unlike the other creatively-decorated holes, only has a skee-ball type target with nested circles, the smallest one awarding a hole-in-one, and a score as high as four if your ball lands in the largest, outer circle.
I’m ahead of Jay by one point, and we’re the last two to take our shots.
“I’m already looking forward to that blowjob,” he says as I put my ball down on the tee spot.
“I don’t know who’ll be giving it to you, because it won’t be me,” I say. “Now, shhhh! Don’t distract me.”
I take a deep breath, exhale, and send my ball toward the center target. It doesn’t make the smallest hole, but it lands in the second best shot. “Two points! You need to get a hole-in-one just to tie,” I tell Jay.
“No problem.” He takes a good, long time lining up for the shot, while I send a few prayers into the universe that his ball will miss the target entirely and end up in the water feature behind it.
“There it goes,” Jonathan says, and then all of us yell as Jay’s shot scores a three.
“I win! I win!” I can’t stop myself from doing a happy dance that involves waving my club around in front of my ex-husband’s face. “That massage is going to feel so good.”
Grinning, he pulls me into a big hug. “You’ve probably been coming here every night they’re open to practice,” he teases.
“You figured me out,” I say. “All along, I’ve known you’d come back into my life and challenge me to a game of mini golf.”
“Exactly.” He bends and gives me a kiss like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I guess after the past couple of days, it is.