THE ENDDear Readers - Thank you for your patience and kind words. This storywas my first attempt at writing fiction and was done on my iPhone in four...ays. It seemed to flow from my brain to my fingers. I would like toanswer some questions or comments were posted.Background - I am a 60+ crossdresser who has been dressing since histeens. I have been married 35 years (just like Linda and Lady P) andbefore I proposed I took the chance to 'out' myself to my potentialfuture bride. It was a. Her husband pretty much just told her that he could do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted. “How the fuck is that supposed to make me feel? Does he even care about me anymore or is he pretending? Do I still love him?” All these questions filled her mind. She knew that their marriage was never perfect but she thought they had just enough love to make it through. Alex rolled over a few times trying to fall asleep, that’s when the tears started. She knew she was not going to be able to. I waited a full minute letting the apprehension build in her then removed the gag, and handcuffs, she rubbed her hands and started to speak. Quiet Sarah, The question is Do You want me to leave, a simple Yes and I am gone or a No and you stand 6 feet before me and ask me to stay. It was easy for me to know the answer, but Sarah was still fighting inside, I did not want to rush her, she had to have decided for herself. She moved slowly and stood before me, there was hate in her. As good as mine ... and mine was a beauty.The wood was a wonder to behold. It shot straight and true. I had built the rifle with a long barrel... 35 inches.Then I drilled six “S size” holes in the face of the muzzle three inches deep and parted the barrel at 33 inches leaving a two inch stub that I pinned with six 0.125 inch diameter 2 and 7/8 inch pins. The stub ends of the pins were threaded to 1/8th NFT and fitted with a slot for a screwdriver. The pins were screwed in to the stub barrel.