"Thanks aunt jenny." She cooed. But as jenny left the room, she missed the cruel little smirk spreading across Ashley's face.Chapter 3Ashley's best fr...end was a girl named Amber. Amber was 16 years old and a beautiful young woman, with an already shapely body, short red hair, and big dark eyes. She was into the goth lifestyle, with multiple tatoos and piercings, a totally black wardrobe, and a cold and dark demeanor. She was also a computer expert; a fairly proficient hacker even at her young. It was a long par four that had a pond near the hole, so it was easy to know to lie up in front of the pond. The stupid ball carried an extra fifteen yards and did a graceful hop right into the water. Terry said to take the stroke and the drop. My drop was perfect, in a clump of grass right behind a rock. Terry had me ask for relief but the judge just said “tough shit” and walked away. Terry said in a pro match a judge would have given me another drop and would have tossed the rock.I chipped. And imagine this: the guy emailed me a confession of what happened, saying that he was feeling so guilty about what he and Laurie did. Bullshit was my personal response — I know that he had always had his eye on Laurie, he took advantage of the situation, and he wanted me to know.The result, as one might imagine, was that by the time Laurie arrived home, I was loaded for bear. I was ready to kick her cheating ass to the curb. I just waited to hear what kind of phony-baloney story she was going. It was a secluded spot in the dunes, the steaming hot sand was clean, clear and bright white. The sun was high, and the weather was magnificent for a beach day. Ronnie said little and seemed a bit nervous, but I didn’t say anything. I thought that he was probably trying to get up the courage to speak about our last beach day’s happenings. I certainly didn’t have any idea of what or how to approach the subject. As I lay there on the blanket, I stripped off my tee shirt and shorts and placed.