I can only guess what will happened to his position as Leader once we are done with him. I spend a moment in a happy place at that thought before he h...s us line up ... again.This time he hands Gwen one big rock, so big that she can barely hold it in one hand."Throw," he instructs.She does, but this time not at Coop but at the far end of our line.Coop throws his hands up. "Well, come on, one of you throw it back."Anastasia runs out and grabs the rock and throws it back to Gwen. It falls a little. "You're right, Jim. He does like wearing women's clothing." Let me go, please," I begged Jim who responded by producing a pair of handcuffs and cuffing my wrists behind my back."Nonsense," said Jim. "These men just want to get a look at you. They want to watch us together. And after we are done, I'll take you home."One of the men turned off the overhead light. Now the only light in the room was the desk lamp which acted as a spotlight for the performance to come. Through the window across the. He was 5’-9” tall, 185 pounds, brown hair and eyes, about thirty-six years old. He was wearing the approved blue uniform of a local law official. He also had a large set of handcuffs and leg irons.I stood as he entered. What the sheriff saw was a man of about 5’-10” tall, 175 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, and about thirty-nine years of age. I was dressed in my customary black and wearing a sword. My pistol was sitting on the table.“My Lord, it really is you! Rupert, the innkeeper, said that he. “Shit, I’m hungry!” she exclaimed.My wives and I laughed. Shira offered to make breakfast, hopping out of bed gracefully somehow. Despite being mortal, she seemed to move easier with her burden than the others. Of course she had a month less time being pregnant, but her well trained dancer body managed to adapt to its significant change, going with the flow I guess.“Shouldn’t you...” I started.“I’m fine,” she chuckled, hiding her sexy bulging ebony body in a diaphanous robe, so not really.