For one of the few times since becoming a sissy and getting my name legally changed, I drove a car. Yea, I was a little rusty but in a few minutes I w...s going like an old pro. I arrived at the store and parked, got out and straightened my skirt, wondering what I could say to Stella. Walking into the store I saw she was on duty and called out to her, “Hi Stella.” “Hey, Jaime,” she replied and smiled more broadly than I'd ever seen. The store wasn't overly crowded today so I picked up three or. "I bet all kindsof crazy stuff happens in here, eh?" Some things you would never believe!" she replied with a wink. "Takecare now!"Brian took his new book and went to wait at his gate. He walked forseveral minutes before finding gate 47. He grumbled as he looked at thescreen and saw his flight was delayed two hours. Luckily for him, thegate was still empty. He easily found a seat and pulled out his book toread.As he started flipping through the pages, Brian became engrossed in thehumorous. Gunga Din nods at me and stations himself outside the door.I tisk at the destruction of equipment around me. Some bullets made it though the bodies after all. I move the two men bodies away from the computer terminal. Pausing for a moment in order to decide if they deserving to be guided. I didn't technically kill them but I certainly did help get them killed.I don't know either of these men. But with so many little wars you never have a chance to meet the enemy until he is kneeling beneath. Don’t ask me the name of the bar because I’ve forgotten it, but I haven’t forgotten how we used to take advantage of the happy hour, Dominic chatting up the barmaids, Jo giggling at one of Richard’s terrible jokes, Swanney piling up the drinks on our table, me being all too serious as I set the world to rights. Every Friday night for nearly two years. Steve and Tara walked in after we were settled but we’d saved them seats. Tara was lovely, tousled auburn/ginger hair, long shapely legs, big.