I gently caressed Tamara's shoulder. She just moaned lightly and snuggled into me. I grabbed a towel off the table next to us to cover her and then do...ed back off.Sometime in the night, Tamara woke me as she was getting off the lounger. "I've got to go pee," she said and sauntered into the house.I decided we could move into the bedroom and finish out the night. I glanced at the clock and it was three-thirty am. I didn't have anything planned but wasn't sure if Tamara did. I asked her when she. "What the hell was that little stunt this morning?" Cal, did you do any little stunt this morning?" Nope, we got up early to come here to camp and fish. No stunts in that." You know damn well what I mean," the Ranger looked at what was going on and decided he didn't want to be around. So he just went and made himself scarce."Did you have a problem with something, Detective Mac Avoy?" Cal asked."The two of you are not beyond me taking you back for questioning." Are we under arrest?" No." Good,. Now forthe final touch, the brown curly medium length wig. This would complete mymetamorphous into Laura and everything I did after this would be in herpersona. After holding the top front of the wig tight to my forehead I pulled theback as far down my neck as I could and then grabbed the two tabs on eachside and centered it. Shaking my head vigorously, Voila, peeking throughthe bangs at the mirror I could see Laura. Using a brush and a rat tailed comb, I arranged the wig into what Iconsidered. He wasn't hurrying, but he was making purposeful strides. His hands looked relaxed as he closed the distance between them."Not a good answer, boy. I guess I'm going to have to change that answer for you." As my dad got closer, Billy charged right at him, taking a glancing blow to the side of his head as he got within reach. The force of his charge knocked my father backwards, but he maintained his balance and the two started throwing punches at each other in earnest. My father was about six.