“And it’s the only place we can go where the girls won’t follow,” Jonathon said as he teed up his shot.

“What the fuck Ashby?” Barry asked.

Jonathon shrugged and then took a couple of practice swings before stepping up to the ball. “I love the female additions to our brotherhood,” he said, sighting the ball and the green in the distance, “but sometimes it’s nice to just hang with the boys.” He pulled back his swing and let fly, connecting with the ball with ...