A big difference was we were unarmed. Out of the clouds and streaking toward us was a silver spitfire guns blazing. I spun the frequency dial again so...I could listen on the battle raging around me. I also contacted Louise/ Carol and Dotty. Spitfire pilot one, “Two you have a bandit on your tail.” Two yells, “Get him off I can't Shake him.” I could see the Spitfire climbing for the ceiling the 109 right on his tail lining up his shot. He began to fire as I was saying “Dotty” the 109 exploded.. .Actually I am sixty-three."Now that was older than she looked and older than Ian thought but it did not discourage him in any way."Well if you really are sixty-three you are a gorgeous sixty-three."Anita was enjoying flirting with this young man but she thought that, perhaps, her daughter would be missing her soon."Um, thank you for the cigarette and I have enjoyed talking to you but I had better be getting back inside," she said a bit reluctantly."Can I have your telephone number. Mm lovely , I thought and went on the skirt rack. I choose a dark beige tight fitting skirt, which buttoned through at the back with large plastic buttons. I was smart buttoning it in front and then turning the skirt, I had seen my mother do so. The skirt fitted perfectly in the waist, due to the girdle off course, but it was a bit loose on the hips.In the back of the closet was a row with polystyrene heads with wigs on them. I had to wear that too, because I hated my masculine head on top of. "Some place more ... private?" Winter let the word roll off her tongue, its pink tip less than a centimeter from his tiny left ear-hole.She could practically sense him salivating at the thought of how lucky he had gotten tonight. "Let's go right now," he eagerly insisted. "I have my own private loft just above the club. Would you like to see it?" Baby," Winter answered with a genuine smile, "I thought you'd never ask."Minutes later they were strolling through the Makachisa club where Jergo did.