By the time they finished the ninth hole, Harold, Frank, and Wilson were really regretting their wager. Larry was so comfortably below par that the other three had little hope of catching up. They had expected Larry to gloat, but he was actually being fairly stoic about the whole thing.
“Well now that I think I’ve shut you all up,” Larry finally confessed, “If you had asked instead of just ripping into me, I probably would’ve mentioned that the body I swapped into had been a professional golfer. I’m still nowhere near as good as she was, but her natural abilities certainly helps me easily beat the three of you.”
“Okay, okay, we get it,” Frank sighed, “We’re sorry. So, I take it the bet’s off?”
“Oh, hell, no. When we get back to the club house, I expect you to pay up.”
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