. sort of," I admitted."So you see, this doesn't have to be all bad for you. Imagine spendingso much time in your girly clothes. I'm surprised you d...n't have moreof them. Are there some hidden in the attic or wherever?" I... um... rented a storage space." Oh my," she said in a stage whisper. "My sissy husband has a wholewardrobe that I can dress him up in. We'll have to start bringing itback here tomorrow, with me deciding what I want to see you in first."She got out of bed and went behind. Everyday I wished for something that could helpme live out my fantasies without interfering with my current life. Maybesomething like in inception where I can dream out my fantasies or maybelike the matrix where I can live out my fantasy in a virtual realm. ButI had no such luck. Or so I thought.---I am a classic dumpster diver and I would often drive through affluentneighborhoods to see what kind of stuff rich people would throw away.I've found laptops, monitors, couches, desks, engine blocks. Our boss scolded him very much for his delayed response and even me too. I feel very bad for that later. So its time almost 9’o clock at night. I asked him to drop me at my house. While we moving on the bike he was very aggressive on riding which I feel scared and hold his shoulder very tightly but he enjoyed it, he enjoyed my full thigh placed on his backside. He dropped me at 9.45pm at my house and went. I realized that my husband was on his business trip and immediately no wasting the time I. We joked during the night that no one built anything that lasted since they had been here for twenty-five hundred years and nothing maintained their power. While we were evaluating the magazines, Thor suggested the idea that I could possibly charge them myself. His idea was as good as I managed to put a small amount of energy in the weapon but what I could do was short of the amount needed to work the pistol. I tried the other magazines but the results were the same with a small charge in each.