“The Birmingham garrison commander, Colonel Cross, will have his work cut out managing a crowd hemmed into this small space.” I said to Wilhelm, w...o was scanning our surrounds with a practised eye.He pointed to the church tower. “A marksman could conceal himself up there.”“True, but look how the dais is sited right in the shadow of the tower. A marksman would have to perch on the very edge of the tower to line up on his target, and thus would be spotted from the ground and dealt with.”I pointed. “No, no, go on,” I say, as I place my hand over his hand, a sympathetic smile coming over my face, “we can console each other about our sexless lives.”He laughs, but I note he makes no attempt to pull his hand away.“Listen, it’s 10.30 and I’ve had far too much to drink, so think I’ll call it a night...” I say, hoping he’ll take the bait.“I’ll walk you home,” comes the instant reply. Bingo!------------------------------------------It’s freezing cold as we step outside and a dense fog has. The tables were all set up with a large bain-marie in the middle emitting a tantalising aroma Mrs Wright; the lady in charge led us to our table."Mrs Wright, you ladies have excelled yourselves, this would have to be the most inviting atmosphere I've ever experienced, it's perfect, thank you." Said Ron as we were seated."Thank you Mr McEwen, it's a pleasure to put on a show like this, I'm sure the ladies will appreciate your comments."Just then Claude Warren and his band started to play some. " Using Julia instead of her perferred Julie, I knew would get her attention. When she saw what clothes I wanted her to wear, and not wear, would really get her attention. I once again waited patiently for my daughter, all the while stroking her toy stashed beteewn the cushions of my chair.Finally, with her shower and dressing done, my obediant daughter made her entrance into my lair. I had put on her bed a small white t shirt, a pleated tennis skirt, and the sexiest panties she owned. They.