They were alone in the crowded room. The bar was a filthy, seedy little hole in the wall, the kind of place where nothing good ever happens. He fit ri...ht into the bar's atmosphere too - a rough, burly, unshaven beast of a man, a biker and a man used to getting what he wants. She imagined he was rough with her and only out to use her for his own lustful pleasure. His hands were strong, pawing at her and his voice rough and gritty. He was foul-mouthed and talked dirty to her, calling her a cunt. “Thank you, coming from you that is probably the best compliment I have ever received. You realize that you have a body an aerobics instructor would kill for, don’t you? Just because my breasts and ass are a little bigger does not make me more beautiful than you are. I think you are perfect too, and you have not even tried on your full outfit yet. Just wearing this makes me feel about a thousand times sexier than I normally do.”“We need to work on your self-confidence issues, my pet. I only. I believe that Dave used a Fairbairn dagger to kill Benton, too. Our special operations detachment carried the British Commando dagger of World War Two for purposes of esprit de corps, and Benton had me drill everybody in the techniques specific to that blade. I had been an amateur historian and I studied World War Two special operations units in exhausting detail. I think that the technique and tool used was intended to give us a message. What I mean when I say that Slave Dave wasn't. Honestly, I had planned to use the medallion to turn myself into a hot chic at some point, but this wasn't the time or the place. I began to panic. I had planned to meet up with Lisa at the motel as Joe dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, but that couldn't happen now because I was Lisa. I felt my heart beating madly. I start cursing and was shocked when I heard Lisa's voice coming out of my mouth. This brought on a dozen more obscenities, but I knew I couldn't panic. The first thing I did.