So, sign the forms."I didn't trust Catherine and certainly didn't believe what she said butwhat choice did I have."Yes mummy," I answered and signed t...e forms."Good, now let's see what outfits would show you off best. I wonder, Iwonder..." she tailed off as she started to sort through the garments onthe racks.I stood there looking at all the clothes and worrying about what wasgoing to happen."Here, this will do for starters," said Catherine carrying some itemsover and putting them on the desk. For this particular Saturday night, Irequested that he wear his highest of heels, his pinkest of stockings,garters, and bras, and that he put on the best makeup ever.Yes, he had actually suggested most of it. My off-hand remark, "Blue?Really? Pink goes better," could hardly be construed as any form ofcommand. He acquired and dressed himself in his clothing, not mine. Hewore men's clothing to work. Only at home when no company was expecteddid he wear his more feminine garb.And the first time he. I drew a bead on the 18th man in line and carefully squeezed the trigger. My shot was perfect! The bullet entered his pelvis just above his hip.It was as if I were seeing the action in slow motion. I swear that I could see the bullet enter his flesh and crush the bone just above the hip joint. That was the effect that I was looking for, and the Apache screamed loud and hard enough I hoped that it would rupture his vocal cords. He didn't tumble or fall from his horse; rather, he slid off as if. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to touch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against each other enjoying the warmth and silent sharing. I chuckle and turn to lean against the door frame. She is.