"We can have another round in a bit, but I'll have to go and fill myselfup. Unlike your suit, this one can only hold one bolt at a time and Ijust shot...it," the fake Craig told the fake Diana. He led her round andthey sat on the sofa together."Why did you make these suits?" Craig found himself asking suddenly."Hun, you know I've always been interested in disguise and growing up Ialways loved the idea of being someone else. When I found that you'dalways wanted to be a woman, but couldn't because. Her mini-blaster went in the other and her six inch dagger was slipped into the top of her boot. She wasn't looking for trouble, but in the mood she was in right now, she knew it would find her.Hunter was no where in sight when she got into her car. So much for her quiet night and the book that she'd thought to start. She needed a drink and she needed it in the company of others, those like herself. She knew exactly where she was heading. Reaching into the center console of her car, she lifted. He looked behind him, and once again wondered whether he should have come home on this night. Never mind. A good session with some voluptuous black-haired piece would settle his nerves, all right.The kitchen clock showed ten minutes to seven. Traditionally the children in the street did their ‘trick-or-treating’ around seven. Immediately, he realised that Helen had always purchased the pack of goodies and managed the handing out to hot little hands. It was practically the last thing she had. We entered a small club that advertised “Live Jazz” and I was shocked to find myself in a room filled with black couples and a jazz trio on the stage playing music.“You will be just fine in here with me,” Amanda said as we took the last two chairs at a small round table and a very tall thin black woman smiled at Amanda and spoke to her in French. Amanda replied, grinned, and patted my hand. Her soft hands lingered on the back of my hand and I felt something I was not expecting a tenderness and.