After about twenty minutes I was feeling the calming effects of my drink.He could tell that I was a lot more relaxed and patted the couch next to him ...ith his hand, as he said, “Slide on over here next to me, Shari honey, so we can get better acquainted.”I drank the rest of my drink as I slid over next to him on his right side. His right arm was already draped over the back of the couch, and I was feeling even woozier as he lowered his arm onto my shoulder and hung his hand just inches from my. Which I did. Some asshole killed himself along with his wife and three kids, some other asshole detonated a suicide bomb in the middle east and wasted himself along with a couple of civilians, a third asshole ... oh, hell, the same crap as usual. The weather was OK, early fall and nice for a change, politicians were passing their usual hot air, some damn fourth-generation repeat of a movie that came out of a cartoon was tops on the charts, and who cared about any of it?But I couldn't rid myself. I decided to wear a pair of my mom’s dark navy pantyhose with one of my sister’s jean skirts and a blue and white sweater with some black 3 1/2 heels.I put my makeup and wig on. I felt so sexy en femme. I just couldn’t believe I was getting a chance to crossdress and not have to worry for a while as my mom was at work. I just ended up crossdressing, doing the things I normally would, which felt so good hearing my heels and hose rub together and my heels on the floor when I would walk.After a. Now the 121st Armored Cavalry, the 16th Mechanized Infantry and the Big Red One would swoop in and lay waste to the Ayatollah's 'army of god'. The battle plan said the major operation would be over in a week. Then the Captain could retire in style.He entered his stateroom, and a funny feeling came over him, right after he shut the door.He felt like he was in two places at once. But that didn't make any sense. Unless of course, he was dying.Carl looked out before him. He saw the 'blue marble'.