"Alright, James, now that you're going to be a girl, I think I'm being reasonable when I say I have concerns." Anne's voice had taken on the legalisti... tone that she often used when dealing with school officials. Her statement, despite its formal tone, brought another snicker from Elaine, who looked at James with a smug expression."It's not like I chose this, mom." That wasn't exactly true. He had chosen to allow the whatever-it-was to make one change. "I made plans before this, and I don't. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. She yanked the tank top up and began to maul her breasts with her free hand, alternating between kneading them and tugging at her engorged nipples. I thought back to the times my boss tried to make friendly "suggestions" as to how I should do something. Usually he was wrong, but sometimes... "Have you tried playing with your ass at all, Kelli? Have you considered that this might be more efficient if you just put forth some effort back there?" "I. “That’s fine with me, as long as it’s not too weird,” I smiled, taking another sip of my drink.“I’d like to call the shots tonight, you just sit and watch me as I stroll around the theater tonight. I’ll let you have fun a little later, I’d just like to be a bit different,” she smiled, a curl in the corners of her mouth.Twenty minutes later we were at our favorite adult theater in town. I exited the car, went around and opened her door. She obligingly spread her shapely thighs as she got out. ’ ‘Go on.’ ‘Well, it turns out that the TSA has its own cameras in the interior. But…NSA’s got the exterior taped like a television studio. This is the only picture we have of the assassin.’ Peterson handed me an enlargement of the pixel-ridden snapshot I had been provided with in my document. It was a smallish figure, probably no more than five and a half feet tall, hunched over, hefting the sniper rifle. The figure wore a skintight suit with a tactical vest-rig. ‘One thing,’ Peterson said,.