They say that the LPGA Tour is one continuous party ending with the LadiesOpen in Palm Springs. I've heard stories about what goes on there. I need to...ave my fun while I'm young enough to enjoy it. Barbara had been captain of the women's golf team at the University of Texas.Her coach said she had the potential to go professional. But after graduationshe'd had to put off her plans and get a job to support them while Tom finishedhis MBA. "We're a team honey, a team that's going far," said Tom. .”I could feel her shrug and that she was going to say something, but then she tittered, and she only rarely titters.“All right. Spill. What are you holding in?”I rolled my head farther back on my shoulders so I could look up at her. She was grinning.“Come on. Give. Now.”She reduced the wattage of her grin, but it was still a good smile when she said, “I have just three letters for you: T. O. C.”“No way,” I exclaimed. “Tonight?”“Yup! Inez flies out tomorrow afternoon, so it’s got to be tonight. Because that is your simplechoice. Make him want you, or Thailand. Now start thinking as a woman.Empty your pretty little head of all things male. You are the subservientmaid willing to please. OK?"I shampooed my hair and added conditioner. They smelled divine.Casandre explained that my hair was short but that she would try and makeit feminine. It would mean perming it with small tight rollers and thenshe would shape it to suit. The pleasant perfume of the conditioner wassoon washed away and. . Maybe you could roll to your side? No. The other side,” I said as she moved.“I can’t ... um ... open my legs in this position.”“Jasmine, I’m not going to paint a picture of just your pussy. God! That would be a whole subject by itself. This is a figure painting. I’m going to spend as much time on painting your face as your breasts. I think. I mean...”“I’m such a dope! I don’t have any idea what I’m doing!”“Neither do I,” I said. We looked at each other and both started laughing.“Okay. Well,.