He hit the ball perfectly and the ball launched off the wooden peg and down the fairway.Dave watched his ball bounce, then roll to a stop as he heard ...he applauding of the appreciative crowd. Dave smiled to himself and he thought, "I couldn't walk down the fairway with my ball in my hand and drop it in a better spot." It ended up just yards short of the rough in front of Morgan Creek.The leader hit a good drive in the middle but well behind Dave's huge drive. The three golfers walked down the. Part 3Rita smiled. "Now that we have two women in this household it's timeyou did your share of the women's work or "housework" as we women callit, Bea. Let me show you how to use an iron."I was going to object that it was women's work as I looked myself in themirror, realised how I was dressed again and looked heavenward. Itwasn't exactly that I had forgotten I was dressed as a woman but morethat I was still thinking like a man. But I looked so unlike myselfthat I thought if she were to. No one in their right mind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body still remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting. "Mmm, I'm not a fan of Holst myself." She sat herself down behind herlarge mahogany desk and waved for both of them to do the same. "Bitmodern for me. More of a Handel fan, myself." Oh yes, I enjoy Handel too," Louis replied, wondering why he felt likehe needed to impress her."Did you play any music at your old school Imogen?" she asked."No," Imogen replied, making even that answer sound like a huge effort.She slumped down in her chair too, her legs stretched out in front ofher and her bottom.