I covered the front entrance from the sidewalk across the street. George went in and looked around for our quarry.Zimboldt was nowhere to be seen, so ...eorge asked one of the bartenders where Zimboldt might be, claiming to have an appointment with him. George was told that Zimboldt was in the upstairs meeting room with some other men and had left word that he didn't want to be disturbed until after 4:00 PM. George thanked the bartender and left the saloon.We went around back and discussed the. I was happy not giving a shit about the weird reactions we received shopping for said clothing, fuck em my life to enjoy not theirs altho the woman selling me the lingerie smiled and winked at me when I mentioned they were for me as Jim waited nearby making it obvious to her we were there together as a couple. Evening approached when we traveled back out of the city toward the 200 mile journey home or should say Jim's said ranch, I never quite made it home as it didn't matter anyway I. Ihad mastered this process over the last few months, the tip being to gosteady, gluing the front first and gradually working the rear hairline.I normally called to my hairdresser Justin, in the towns premier salonto ensure the wig was secure for my needs."There, now dry my pretty," I whispered to myself as I set aboutsecuring my manhood by 'Tucking' in the time honoured method. Eachtesticle was gentle pushed up in to groin pockets and with the the helpof a fashioned nylon 'sock' and some skin. " Ma'am, I would be delighted to give you a ride in my Oldsmobile at your earliest convenience." In that case, please look me up before you leave town. Anybody can tell you where I live. Until then, I will bid you good day." With that, I sped back up and drove the rest of the way home.So that's Kitty Anderson. She's the one I'm supposed to find. It looks like this assignment is going to be more fun than usual. Now, I'm really looking forward to it!Two days later, Josh Calhoun, was standing on.