She could hardly remember what it was like to have a penis; she definitely knew what it was like to have her vagina and how irritating sand was. She r...ached up and tried to feel her breast through the leather of the armour, a futile exercise and a side of her she had foresworn since the day The Guild, her Guild, was betrayed in Baghdad.She shivered as she remembered the night when the guards broke in at dawn. She had heard the screams as people she had known and had trusted her, were cut down. Clara wasn’t happy about the idea of me taking off without Gabby and her tagging along, but she was forced to accept the reality once I presented the facts to her. Clara had to stay behind just in case Carlos had a relapse; and Gabby was five months pregnant, and in no condition to go galloping across a plateau, looking for a bunch of assholes that were hell bent on killing her. Besides that fact, Gabby was also busy teaching the survey group our language. Interestingly, it was coming along. I'm sure she's a darling sweet kid from all you've told me about her. But you're here and she's there, and the one don't have to know about the other." But..." No buts. Tonight you're coming to a little party of mine. You'll be assistant host, and I'll expect you to be on your toes. We're getting some girls to come up... expense account quiff for the fellows from Rudiger's Plumbing and Heating, because that's the kind of thing they call a good time, you see. Gotta look out for what your. Sara enjoys sewing and I knew just the missing bits she could modify. I decided we should have matching outfits. We already had most of them. Two wide, black leather belts and navy ball caps with a yellow sports shield would complement the getups, but the heart of the costumes is a pair of navy boy-shorts. Hers is the tiny panty, silk lingerie type that has a waist border of frilly lace she may have to hide. Mine are navy sports shorts that will need extra work. Sara would cut off the beaded.