Cuddling up to my mother, I slept the sleep of the dead.Morning came far too soon. I felt like I could use a few more hours of sleep. Mom was not havi...g any of it though.“Get up, Ricky. We have to get ready for church.”“Church? Awww ... Mom ... I’m too tired...” I tried to whine my way out of it.“No way, young man, we’re going,” she said in that commanding mother voice.Within the hour both of us had showered, etc. and gotten dressed for church. I was wearing chinos and a polo shirt. Pretty. "YOU!?" You groan as you hold your wounded shoulder "You bring armor piercing buckshot to a heist but leave your mask at home! No offense mate but you need a word with yourself." Limey bastard. You should have stayed at home!" The man snarls aiming the shotgun."You too" you reply as thousands of tiny micro emitters in your suit light up bathing your would be executioner in a blinding flash of light, he shouts and reaches to cover his eyes giving you time to blast him point blank with the blast. I knew I could walk down the street in Piccadilly and most males eyes would be focused on my tight skirt that showcased my nicely rounded bum no matter which angle you were looking at it from.I could tell after a short fifteen minutes that this guy had no interest in the feminine gender and was probably as gay as songbird in spring.Still the security guard in the room was scoping out my rack and I sat up straighter in my chair so he could see just how perky they were inside my thin silk blouse.. So if there is any delay in the kitchen, she would come to my house till all the food stuffs to be taken to the bakery are ready.One afternoon as she came to take the stuffs to the shop, the master of the bakery had locked the godown and went out somewhere. So she came to my house and rang the door bell. I was alone at home and I opened the door for her and locked it after letting her in. We were having some general chat as one of the other topics, she asked me about my girl friend and my.