"Depends on what you mean by that. I can take care of myself, but I'm no killer, even though I have killed men." I said."They tell me you were in the ...andbox. Everybody who was there was a stone killer according to them," he said."Not true. The ones I knew would tell you that they fired at a position along with about ten other people. You can't tell who actually killed someone unless you are looking right at him when he falls over and that doesn't happen very often." I said."So you are a truck. I was starting to get board. About the only thing I would miss about working there was seeing the bosses daughter Tamara. Let me describe her to you. She had long Curley red hair, a pale complexion, a small dusting of freckles on her face and her upper chest, (She liked to wear low cut tops that showed off her cleavage She had B almost C cup sized breasts) stood around 5"8 weighed around 130 and had just turned seventeen. A tall skinny redhead. Oh, how my dick would ache under my desk when she. I once again girdled my loins and sat down to do combat with my mortal enemy the sewing machine. I have made innumerable items of feminine apparel when I could get the thing to cooperate with me, dresses, skirts, blouses were no real problem. Most of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my current unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had. I was exposed to him and my heart was racing, as he smiled and eyes lit up. ooo lovely thats a gorgeous cock, and as he's ran a finger down the rubbery skin it immediately started to firm up and lift. thats it boy now get those pants off now. i didn't let him say it again my heart still pounding at being told what to do and as i dropped them over my knees and my ankles kicked off my trainers and pants in one go and sat back to let him admire my nakedness. he took my right leg and pulled it over.