/post-traumatic-stress-disorder being of a civilian nature, & whereas I myself am prior-military-enlistment-personnel anyway, or anyhow however said, ... with that being of the way that this, in other words, lunatic-maniac, creep-&-a-weirdo, sicko-psycho has routinely gone about orchestrating, &/or initiating that being of some, or of such of his two-cent-power-plays against that being of my person as a male being of the same sex, & with all of the extreme, &/or excessive noise-making being of. Dressed as a pretty girl. I want to make sure you getthrough without any problems; see how nice I am. From there you'll be onyour own in the secured part of the airport...dressed as a pretty girl.Hmmm, I wonder how late the stores are open on the concourse, it might behard to find some boy clothes. I guess the only thing left to do would beto get on the plane...dressed as a pretty girl.She glanced my way again. "Aren't I just the best Mistress ever?"...After a short drive we stopped at a coffee. "Did it live up to your expectations, Sir?" she asked, smiling and emphasizing "sir" condescendingly. It was very clear now who was in charge here, the only one of us who could currently sit upright."You're deadly," I complimented her, managing to reach out and run my hand through her tousled hair. "But I'm not down for the count just yet." Oh?" she smiled, her hand trailing down my belly to my half-limp dick. Her finger came away with a last glob of spunk on the tip and she licked it off. I. Mom Campbell told them she had also called home. The men had all been at the house, and she told them what William had told her. They had asked if they could call them back, and hung up. A few minutes later, Papa Campbell had called back and told them that it could happen. Let them know when the land hit the market, and the asking price. They would come up and inspect the property, and, if appropriate, make a counter-offer. This was, in most cases, how land transactions were made. It looked.