I lost her.

* 35 *

I arrived at the Golf club.

"Hey man, how are you?"
"I need a strong drink."
"Whoa! What's wrong? White asked.
"Nothing man...nothing I want to talk about."

The waitress put a bottle of beer on the table and not the strong drink I initially wanted.

Another attractive young waitress walked passed us serving drinks.  White and I both looked at her as I drank my bottle of beer.

"There's someone for you." I joked.
"She is mighty fine but no, I'm okay" he said.
"You're weird man." I sat back in the chair.
"Why?" he asked.
"You're single, practically don't have a lot of responsibilities, no child, no dog."
"I do have Micky. My dog."
White loved Micky.
"Come on, at least mack on this lady. She's hot."
"If she is so hot, bro. Why don't you go for her?" he asked.

Lizelle came to the golf club, wearing a nice short dress, attracting attention from the men.

I looked up at her, admiring her but her approach wasn't friendly at all.

"I did it!" she exclaimed.
"Did what?" I asked her.
"I told her where to get off! Hi White." she said all at once.
"Who? White, don't look at my wife like that." I said all at once.
"Courtney. Your bimbo!" said Lizelle.
"Lizelle, whoa whoa! How many times have I told you to relax. Relax baby. You will hurt the little one." I calmed her down and put her on a chair.
"I'm actually not staying." she said.
"Oh okay. How would it be if  White came over for lunch tomorrow? Are you up for it?" I asked her.
"Yeah, sure. I will prepare my best dish." she smiled.
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The next day Lizelle was preparing her best dish for White and I. She made sure the house was clean and she went to dress up.

She walked into the kitchen looking ravishing. "Are you trying to let White take you from me?" I grabbed her and kissed her neck.

She was beautiful.

She returned the gesture but in a cold manner.

"Mhm?" I continued kissing her.
"What's wrong? Come on man." I asked.
"White will be here soon, baby you don't want him catching us."
I let go of her, shocked that for once she didn't want to do this. Not with me her own husband.

"Oh okay. Let's get ready to eat then." I said.

In a few minutes, White was outside.

"I'm here, I'm here, with a bottle of wine." he held it up.
"We don't drink here." I whispered.
"Are you also pregnant, my guy?" he whispered back and laughed.

Lizelle walked in.

"Hey, White. Great to see you! Let's all go to the patio.

The table was nearly set and there was classic music playing.

Lizelle's short golden dress was making it hard for me as her husband to concentrate but I knew I would be lucky enough tonight so I ignored it and focused on White.

We spoke about sports but she was restless. She always stood up every second to get something.

"Honey. You will stress out baby out. Ask Lydia to help you."
"Oh, no.." she cleared her throat "I am okay."
Lizelle was acting strange today.

When she dished up for White, she would bend a little bit more unnecessarily. This caught my attention but I broke it by hitting my fork on the plate to grab her attention. What was she doing?

Eventually she managed to sit down at the table with us and enjoy the rest of the evening.