Hole 3

Hole 3 was ostensibly a simple one with a fairly straightforward putt towards the hole. You just had to avoid the rocks. The two rocks formed a sort of canyon that you had to putt through to get to the hole. It was either that or go around which promised to be more strokes added.

Amy was lucky and her ball just skimmed through between the stones. Carson followed suit and jumped up and down in frustration as his ball easily threaded its way through the rocks and came up just short of being a hole in one.

Tiff shot third and had none of the luck of her friends. The ball bounced off the rock on the right and rolled back into the wall of the hole setting up what would be an incredibly tough second shot. Clay on the other hand managed to put his ball right next to Amy’s.

“Big Putt here Tiff…” Clay teased as he picked his ball up out of the hole. He’d just tapped in for three matching Amy’s score. Carson had easily finished up with a two. Tiff on the other hand had already lost the hole. Now all that was left was a three foot putt. Make it and she’d score a 5. Miss it and she’d have to take off two articles of clothing.

Amy could tell her friend was nervous despite her confident demeanor. She lined up the putt and slowly pulled the club head back and hit her green ball forward.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Tiff shouted out with no regard for anyone around who could possibly hear. Her ball had stopped rolling just short of the cup. It was a 6.

She quickly tapped her ball into the cup and while she reached down to retrieve it she kicked off her shoes.

“Well Tiff what’s it gonna be?” Carson asked. The brunette toyed with the hem of her polo before she instead reached for the zipper of her skirt and dropped it to the ground.

Her shirt was long enough that it covered her underwear, but it did plenty to expose her long toned legs. She was tall for a girl at 5’10” and it was easy to see why with legs like those.