.. And the fucking thing used my sister’s voice!We were back at the car, now that I had calmed down and decided not to go on a rampage looking for m... sister.“K-T, introduce yourself to agent 327.”“Hello, Reginald. I am K-T. I will be assisting you during your mission in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.”“What’s the square root of 250?”“That is 18.811. Why do you need this information?”“Who started World War One?”“World War One, the Great War, was triggered by the assassination of Archduke...”“When. "Debbie shivered in disgust." You can't keep doing this." She shouted down the receiver.The phone went dead.She read the note again shaking her head." Hi Debs meet me at the station; I would like an hour of your time. B"Stacey had refused to speak to her husband for the third time that day. Her mother made excuses for her and hung up. The past four weeks had been like a nightmare. She remembered the face of the ambulance driver when he'd been called that evening; their embarrassing story of a. That's when I remembered what it was like, when Iwas small and growing up. Back in the early fifties I had fun at homeplaying dress-up in one of my sister's dresses. My sister and I wouldplay dress up some times and I would wear one of her dresses. I thinkthat's how I got hooked on dressing. When my mom and sister would be gonefor a while I would dress in one of my sister's outfits, right down tothe undies and all. I was having fun and there was no need for me toleave the house. I was able to. They looked very cozy. Pat's hand was on the table, and the man's hand was covering it. I watched them for a minute or so from the door. A woman bumped my arm as she passed. She walked determinedly into the bar and up to the table where Pat was sitting. I couldn't hear what she said, but the lady wasn't happy. The man stood and sheepishly followed the lady out.I watched the man as he was marched to the elevator. Or should I say I admired the woman's tidy figure and tight ass? Our eyes met when.