Harold had a week off and decided to play golf every day.
Monday morning, he found himself paired with an attractive woman, Annette,
who turned out to be a very good golfer.
They started with a few casual bets, but by the back nine it was a
full-blown competition.
On the 18th green, Annette sank her long birdie putt for the win. Harold
congratulated her and paid off his losses.
Annette asked for a ride home and, on the way, told him, 'You know, Harold,
I haven't enjoyed myself so much on the golf course in a long time. In fact,
pull over so I can express my appreciation.'
He did, they kissed, and one thing led to another and soon she gave him the
best oral sex he'd ever had.
The next morning, they met again on the first tee and played together again.
They had another magnificent day, Enjoying each other's company and playing
tight, competitive golf.
Again Annette beat him, but she also showed her appreciation on the drive
home.
This went on all week, with Harold narrowly losing every day, his male ego
bruised, but not unhappy.
On Friday's drive home, Harold said, 'Annette, you've been great to be with
all this week and tonight I'd like to return the favour. I made reservations
at the best restaurant in town for us and reserved the penthouse suite at
the best hotel. What do you say?'
Annette burst into tears. 'I can't!'
'What? Why not?' he asked.
'Because,' she sobbed, 'I'm in the middle of a sex change and the doctor
hasn't completed that part of me yet!'
'What?!' Aghast, Harold swerved off the road, screeched to a stop and cursed
madly, overcome with emotion.
'I'm so sorry,' says Annette, 'You have a right to be angry with me.'
'You b*stard!' Harold screamed, his face bright red. 'You cheating b*stard!
All week long you've been playing off the women's tees!'
Monday morning, he found himself paired with an attractive woman, Annette,
who turned out to be a very good golfer.
They started with a few casual bets, but by the back nine it was a
full-blown competition.
On the 18th green, Annette sank her long birdie putt for the win. Harold
congratulated her and paid off his losses.
Annette asked for a ride home and, on the way, told him, 'You know, Harold,
I haven't enjoyed myself so much on the golf course in a long time. In fact,
pull over so I can express my appreciation.'
He did, they kissed, and one thing led to another and soon she gave him the
best oral sex he'd ever had.
The next morning, they met again on the first tee and played together again.
They had another magnificent day, Enjoying each other's company and playing
tight, competitive golf.
Again Annette beat him, but she also showed her appreciation on the drive
home.
This went on all week, with Harold narrowly losing every day, his male ego
bruised, but not unhappy.
On Friday's drive home, Harold said, 'Annette, you've been great to be with
all this week and tonight I'd like to return the favour. I made reservations
at the best restaurant in town for us and reserved the penthouse suite at
the best hotel. What do you say?'
Annette burst into tears. 'I can't!'
'What? Why not?' he asked.
'Because,' she sobbed, 'I'm in the middle of a sex change and the doctor
hasn't completed that part of me yet!'
'What?!' Aghast, Harold swerved off the road, screeched to a stop and cursed
madly, overcome with emotion.
'I'm so sorry,' says Annette, 'You have a right to be angry with me.'
'You b*stard!' Harold screamed, his face bright red. 'You cheating b*stard!
All week long you've been playing off the women's tees!'
