I quickly became so obsessed with wanting to see myself in a mirror thatI tried to covertly look around for one. My search fell upon Gerry whostared ...ack at me with what can best be described as a cross between aleer and a smile. I panicked and quickly looked away, ending my searchand fearing that Gerry had discovered my secret passion. As I wrestledwith my thoughts, Anna finished up a final inspection. She soon addedthe matching jacket, making adjustments as needed.Helping Anna was good. On the long par-three third hole, Guy hit his approach shot onto the green twenty-five feet from the hole. Dave hit smooth six-iron twelve feet from the hole. Phil missed the green right.Phil chipped on but missed his par putt. Guy ran his put just past the hole and tapped in for par. Dave made a good putt that grazed the lip but didn't fall in. He tapped in for par; he was still three shots ahead of Guy.The fourth hole was a shorter par-four - under four-hundred yards. Guy hit a solid driver. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror studying myself, applying more scrutiny than I normally did, 'This will have to go', I mentally thought, as I put the plug into the bung-hole and turned on the hot water faucet.I was running my fingers through my sparse pubic hair, 'I will shave off what there is, make it look like it did when I was entering my puberty', I smiled ironically, the idea of such an naughty act brought on another deep ache, now emanating from inside my womanhood, something I. As a side project, they discussed writing a comprehensive history based on the stories they'd heard from the people they'd gotten to know from the Masonic Home. With two plus years of visits to many different people there, some no longer with us, they had the makings of a multi-volume set of books. First, they would contact those who were still alive to get permission. In the case of those who had passed away, they would attempt to get permission from family. It turned out that getting the.