Seeing Wonder Woman picking up feminine finery had everyone in sight doing double takes.After she made her way back to the convention hall, she found ...hat most people had left, as the show was winding down for the day.Several people in costumes waved to her, obviously thinking she was a fan, wearing an excellent costume as a tribute to Wonder Woman. Not wishing to disillusion them, she waved back and moved away. Finally arriving at the office where she had left her unwilling helper, she. "I'm Lieutenant Benjamin Linn, I've been in charge of these men for the past several weeks. Are you the new platoon leader?" he asked, looking me over, but finding no indication of rank or service, just my name tag."I'm Chris Kincade, I'm with the Agency, and no I don't get saluted," I told him. This seemed to surprise him even more."Agency?" came from him next. "What Agency?" You really don't want to know, Lieutenant," I told him before adding the old saw, "I could tell you, but then I would. We were no longer the animals of the first few nights as we settled into our lovemaking. Oh we still fucked. But we interspersed soft touches, gentle caresses with the urgent mauling. It got better. If that was possible. We were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.But we also resumed our lives. We both got up and went to work every morning – me to the job dad had got for me with one of his manufacturing clients and mom at the real estate office she'd worked at for over five years. Of course we'd. "Gee, Cindy," he had replied, "can we at least hold hands?" Yes ... but, don't get too many other ideas!"That first date, there was a good night kiss, and Hal remembered how natural it was, holding her tight during that kiss, feeling the swell of her breasts against his chest, but releasing her with a sigh when the porch light went on and she said, "Hal, I guess I must go. It was fun."Days and weeks passed, and they went out, once in a while—sometimes walking or taking the bus, sometimes.