Blaine, I would like to see this rifle of yours."I balked at the idea and replied, "Sir! I would prefer to not open the case here in the hospital."The...Captain gave me a nasty grin and replied, "Well then let's make it an order..."Shit the Captain just ordered Banzai to open his rifle case and if the Fucking Captain found the bourbon in the case, our asses would be grass. I needed a distraction so I began to moan and swore, "Fuck my back feels like shit!"The Captain ignored me and continued,. " The man saying this was a large Asian man wearing a dark suit and glasses. The man looked her over, then looked up to another man. This one was white with a cruel looking scar over one brow. He was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt with some design on it."So how do you want to handle this?" The Asian man said with a cocked eyebrow as he took off his glasses.Jane looked at the other man, caught his eyes, and gasped at his thoughts. She began to slowly feel tears coming from her eyes. She knew what. A sheer, matching, bolerojacket added the decorum necessary for a lady of my mature years!(Adrian and Martin, being younger, were put into much more revealingand stylish frocks!)Finally the evening for the awards arrived. I was whisked off to asalon for a complete make-over, whilst a stylist came to our hotel roomto help Maureen get ready. (She had also been fitted for a new eveningdress.) At the salon my stylist fitted me with a blonde wig and appliedappropriate evening make-up. I wasn't. The red business suit she wore must have cost a fortune. It was exquisitely tailored to highlight the woman's equally exquisite figure. Windy was struggling with issues over her orientation, and the stunning raven haired Asian woman made her think wistfully of certain nights in college where her dorm mate Casey had overpowered and forced her into social networking of the bedroom kind.The woman had smiled kindly as Windy tried not to spill her decaf double tall non-fat extra-dry cappuccino..