I aimed my submachine gun at a group of descending commandos and fired a long sustained burst, three commandoes dropped dead as they reached the groun.... Ken shouldered his UMP submachine gun and fired burst, two more enemy commandos were riddled by his bullets and limped lifeless as they descend to the pavement. ‘Ken, hose that freaking container.’ I aimed high targeting the container and fired, emptying my magazine at the container. My MP-7 submachine gun rocked, bullets ricochets inside the. It said, ‘I’m ready for you both now.’ Underneath was a picture of her from the waist down. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders, and her shaven mound was prominent in tiny red kickers.I looked at Bob. My heart was pounding. I would love nothing better than to fuck his wife. “Are you sure about this?”He nodded. “I am. You noticed our little confab while you were at the bar. I suggested it to Angela, and she jumped at it. Like I say, you’ve got a fan there. Pity your wife had to cry. “Particularly if you do that routine in front of them.”“I’d rather not, though it’s nice to know I can kick someone in the teeth without destroying my dignity,” I laughed.The following morning (station time) I met up with Tillan and his party at one of the station’s hotels where a room had been prepared for a soiree for us and others to meet a delegation of ‘entrepreneurs’ from Ilmaine ... though according to the AIs they were mostly spies.Fortunately, none of the Ilmainian’s had been guests at. While I was still in diapers my sisters would dress me like a girl or one of their dolls. As I got older everyone thought I was a girl.They would put frilly under pants on me, one of their dresses and a bonnet. Wheel me around the block like I was their baby sister. The women would say how precious, and the girls would ask if they can play dress up with me. As I grew older even my mother found it hard to see me as a boy. Dressed in girls clothes my whole life, when mom bought me boys clothes.