“I got to admit Joe, and I’ve never told anyone, but I feel like we are pretty good friends, I like trannies.”“Oh. Really?” “Yeah. I don�...t have an attraction to guys, so that’s always confused me but seeing a chick with a big cock just turns me on. I don’t know. Even crossdressers are sexy to me. Passable ones.” “Yeah, I guess I can see that. It’s different. Well, to be honest with you, I’m kind of into that too.” “Oh yeah?” I said, pretending to be surprised. “We do have a lot of the same. He stood by the door of the building and looked at the people walking by. It was getting later in the day, so not as many people was on the street. However, after a few min a likely target came walking towards him.She was properly in her mid thirties, tall, blonde and wore a suit, which suggested to Peter that she was coming home from work. When she walked by him, he put his hand on her shoulder and made her stop."Sorry, can I ask you something?" he say to her, while keeping his hand on. He entered the debris-strewn room and locked the door. The room was mostly barren but there was a trunk against the wall. The thing was locked but Waite used the clerk's gun to smash the lock. It made the gun useless, but Waite didn't care. He removed the broken lock and opened the trunk. Just as quickly he closed the trunk again in disbelief. He opened it one more time and peered in. It was full of paper money. Most of it was one hundred and five hundred dollar bills. Johnson didn't believe in. As I stood there trying to calm down, trying to stand up at least, I was given some tissues. Between rubbing and clutching my burning backside I tried to blow my nose and wipe some of the tears still pouring down my face. It hurt to stand and it hurt to clench my roasted cheeks, everything was on fire. It wasn’t over. My arm was grabbed and I was helped to the desk…I shuffled along with my slacks dragging behind me.I didn’t have to be told what was coming next; I knew what to do. It would be.