The pole was lying off the green to one side. The judge said if I didn’t hurry and shoot I would be penalized a stroke. When I pointed out that the ...ole was not in place and I was having difficulty lining up the shot, he yelled for someone to put the pole in place. I walked back to the hole with Terry telling me I had to be careful of the judges, as they might get mad at me for talking to them and unjustly penalize me even if I were correct.When I settled down over the ball with my seven-iron,. She was closer now, and was most definitely a she. Long dark, wavy hair hung almost to her hips and was being blown gently to one side as she walked, the vagaries of the gentle winds would first raise her hair like dark pennants, away from the valley below, then release it to cascade around and about her arm as it swung while she walked. I could not yet make out her features, though she was wearing some type of white blouse gathered and tied below her breasts as a bare expanse of skin marked. Got a lot of pretty good iron ore? ... great ... we mined the shit out of it and nobody said 'you can't do that'."You can't do that," was skirting treason ... mighty close.Asphalt was poured aplenty and some of it never went anywhere ... the planned plant, airfield, training base or shipyard didn't get built where the road went. It's a road to no where.Rails were laid but the planned shipment point ended up someplace else.Today, those kind of places are called superfund sites. The old rail line. I wasn't sure what she wanted. Cautiously, I took a step toward her. She mirrored my movement before becoming confident in what she wanted. She placed my palms on her hips over of her khakis. Her ass looked good in them but I wanted to bend her over and take them off. I put my thumbs in her belt loops as she undid the button and zipper. As I slipped her pants down she pulled her shirt up. Her belly looked like I had imagined. Soft ad smooth, she was pleasing to the eye. She stepped out of pants.