"Her lover dies in a mugging next month or better still beat him to within an inch of his life and repeat randomly for the rest of his life."She took ...n about turn and walked back up the stairs. I sat down and finished my cup of coffee. On a Saturday this was the first thing I did in the morning as opposed to checking my blackberry. I do not work weekends and not likely to start in the near future. Actually, I hate working on any given day. My name is James Maitland Dixon, I am a 35 year old. ..the firstborn daughter upon hereighteenth birthday."Corey glared back at him."We have nothing to pay you with...my sister is dead," replied Coreybitterly."Yes, your mother explained that to me," replied Xavier. "But you areeighteen today and I believe you were the firstborn." True...but I'm also a man," replied Corey.A sly smile appeared on Xavier's face. "A formality...one that can beeasily rectified. As you may know all children start off asfemale...it's just a matter of reversing the. There we were standing in my kitchen just looking at each other I felt faint so decided to go sit down in the living room he followed. I sat on the couch for a few seconds then stood and went back to the kitchen but he stopped me in the hallway with a simple touch to my arm, then he skinned his hand down my arm to my hand then holding my hand he kissed me and then before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting. "Gimme a butt?" he ordered Shapalaev and the young Russian marine quickly pulled a cigarette from the packet and planted it between his lips. Taking Roscoe's Zippo, he lit the end, and the American puffed a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth. "Here!" he gave the glasses back, then took aim once again.Pavlov watched not far off. They were the expert and his apprentice, although Shapalaev, like himself, was a veteran of Chechnya. He pressed his glasses to his face and scanned along the.