Lost and Found

"Naa the stuff I did was spend money that was probably going to be spent on another set of golf clubs, which I don't need since I already have so damn many! I need to donate them to a shelter or something."

The car finally pulled up to the hotel, the driver letting them both out. "A proper lap dance?" he chuckled. "Boy when are ya gonna learn that I'm simple. It don't take all of that to turn my head, but I do enjoy watching a good dance every now and then."

"Your a golf man, huh? I could never watch it. It just... looks so complicated." John whined. "I was a gymnast. Was the only sport I was good at." He chuckled. "I'd have gone to the Olympics but I had a little accident." He said as they walked to the elevator.

"And simple is good. Haven't really had a lot of simplicity in my life though." John chuckled. "And I'll be glad to give it to you." He smirked, giving Layfield's ass a slap before disappearing into the bedroom.

John nodded. "Yep. I'm a gold man. Love me some golf. Think Tiger Woods is one of the greatest men walking the face of the earth. Even if he never gets his life back on track, the man revolutionized how the game is played."

John quirked his brow. "Olympics huh? Musta been training your ass off until you hit hard times at age 15." John jumped when he felt the light slap to his ass. At first he scowled but then he chuckled letting it go. Kid was a good kid just horribly lost. He sighed as he peeled off his shirt and slacks opting to sleep in just boxers. It had been a long day.