That the victim who, arms extended, was his one true love, really did not make a difference.But it did.He waited, hammer upraised, not hearing the ova...ion coming from the stands, by the men who, foolishly, thought he was just prolonging the tension, and the fear of the victim. Lila, her heart beating an irregular, rapid, tattoo, in her ears, opened her eyes, unwillingly drawn to look at the nail, dimpling the skin on her wrist. She noticed his hand, holding the cruel iron spike steady, even the. Perfect because I am single (due toa messy divorce where she got everything except the debts), perfectbecause I work odd hours, and prefect because I like my privacy; oh, andalso perfect because I am a closet transvestite.Like most crossdressers, for most of my adult life I have had the urgeto dress-up as a woman for short periods of time, and I often used todress in my wife's underwear when she was away on business. Since thedivorce some two years ago, me, Michael, the respectable. ‘Ha, ha, very funny.’ You study his face, the long-lashed eyes still closed, the sensuous lips… ‘I wish I could kiss him.’ You can. It’s easy. Just put your lips against a body part.. ‘But that will wake him up.’ No duh! That’s what I’m telling you to do! Wake him up and fuck his brains out. ‘Yeah, right.’ Okay, wake him by fucking his brains out. Isn’t that the rest of his fantasy? A woman sucking his cock and then riding him while he’s sleeping, so he wakes up inside her? ‘Yeah, but I can’t. " Ryan pushed her plate away. "I can't help it that we got the tour. I can't help that I had to go after he made his plans. It's not like I asked him not to go to Michigan." Ryan, come on. You don't think you're overreacting just a little?" No." I think you are." I thought you were my best friend. You should be on my side."Lara snorted out a laugh. "I am on your side, idiot. That's why I'm talking to you." You're talking? You keep telling me to talk." You are a master of avoidance, did you know.