Ambassador."He paused for a moment."Then you bid for and bought an indentured servant and took her away. Took her away without paying for her, I may a...d. Then you took her to the Embassy, which is legally in the District of Columbia in the United States of America, without permission, where her indenture is contrary to U.S. laws and has no validity."He looked at Sharon as though she were a very stupid child."What answer do you have to the charges of theft of an indentured servant, abduction of. "Alan tried mightily to keep from staring at his best friend's huge rack. "What's the problem about going to the convention though, Bob?" He smiled. "You'd be a hit if you go in cosplay." He warmed to the subject. "Hell, I'd bet girls would be really into me if they see me hanging around with a smokin' hot chick! Yeah, this can work out! I bet I get plenty of the ol' 'steal him away from the girlfriend' action going on!"Her eyes opened wide. Smokin' hot? Part of her was infuriated, but her face. "You guys get high?" Beatrice murmured."Oh yeah. Whip it out, Joe. Joe get's the best dope."I pulled out a box of Marlboro Lights and pulled out a joint hidden within them."I mean like coke?" Beatrice asked."Sometimes for a different kick," I shrugged, lighting up and toking."Pot's more fun, Bea. Believe me," she said, taking the joint and sucking in the smoke."If you're not used to it, take it slow," I told Beatrice, smoke exiting my mouth with my words.Sure enough, Beatrice coughed the first. He was partial to transgender or so I was told. We finished getting dolled up and modeled for each other. We adjusted, fixed and improved each other. Added last touches of makeup and perfume. We set out a bottle of coke and rum, to help break the ice. The boys showed up at 4pm. Fifi invited them in, gave them Cuba Libres, turned on a romantic radio channel and came to get me. Together we went to the living room. The boys eyes lit up and it was game on. Will made me a Cuba Libre, rather strong,.