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A guy has a week off and decides to play a round of golf every day.

First thing Monday morning, he sets off on his first round and as he

catches up to the woman in front of him, he sees that she's very

attractive. He's interested and suggests that they play the rest of

the round together.

She agrees and a very close match ensues. She turns out to be a very

talented golfer and she wins their little competition on the last hole.

He congratulates her in the parking lot then offers to give her a lift

when he sees she doesn't have a car. On the way to her place, she thanks

him for the morning's company and competition and says she hasn't

enjoyed herself so much on the golf course for a long time. "In fact,"

she says, "I'd like you to pull over so I can show you how much I

appreciated everything. " He pulls over, they kiss, and then she

unzips his pants and thanks him with oral sex.

The next morning he spies her at the first tee and suggests they play

together again. He is actually quite competitive and slightly peeved

that she beat him the previous day. Again they have a magnificent day,

enjoying each other's company and playing a tight, competitive round of

golf.

Again she beats him at the last hole; again he drives her home and again

she shows her appreciation.

This goes on all week, with her beating him narrowly every day. This is

a sore point for his male ego. But, never the less, in the car home

from their Friday afternoon round, he tells her that he has had such a

fine week that he has planned a surprise dinner for two at a candle-lit

restaurant followed by a night of passion in the penthouse apartment of

a posh hotel.

Surprisingly, she bursts into tears and says she can't agree to this.

He can't figure out what the fuss was about 'til eventually she admits

the reason: "You see," she tearfully sobs, "I'm a transvestite."

He is aghast. He swerves violently off the road, he pulls the car to a

screeching halt and curses madly, overcome with emotion. "I'm sorry,"

'she' replies. "You bastard," he screams, red in the face, "You lying

bastard!

You've been playing off the ladies' tee all week!!"