"When she takes the shot, you follow me. Keep your head down, huh?" Always," Eva agreed.Wolfgang crouched for a moment in his standard Bundeswehr fati...ues, devoid of any patches or insignia, and without hesitating took off at run towards the old, rusted farm tractor and the barn that lay another fifty meters beyond it. He zigged left and right and right again as a sudden explosion of gravel blossomed bright orange less than three meters behind him. There was no sound and no muzzle flash, of. Helen said Iwas a natural, and that high-heel shoes were perfectfor a shorter stature man such as myself. I decidedto buy the shoes, and Helen convinced me to buy somemore shoes, in different styles and colors.It occurred to me that I was completely dressed as awoman, but I didn?t care. I felt wonderful. Icouldn?t remember ever feeling this good. We walkedback towards the counter where I had accumulated abig pile of clothes.Helen stopped by sleepwear, and said I had to getsomething nice to wear. "Just please, let me live." Oh, I wouldn't waste an ass as fine as yours," he assured her, smacking her ass, "although you are fucking sexy when you beg."He then repeated the process on her panties. He almost regretted ruining them. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts, the same lace as the edging of her now discarded bra. He took his time with them, cutting only a bit with each pass, in random places. He enjoyed the sound the blade made as it passed through the fabric, the sharp gasp it. ”“So why not just pay the bonus?”“I’d guess Jefferson’s lawyers told him to hold out for more. I certainly would. The only thing Art can do is play on the stealing the software angle. But the problem is, I know their financial situation. Put me on the stand, and Jefferson’s lawyer is going to get me to tell the jury that Art’s a liar and that he deceived Jefferson.”“Do you think that’s true?” Kara asked.“I think the facts weigh in Jefferson’s favor in front of a jury,” I said. “Truth isn’t.