Melisa and I threw ourselves onto the floor ofthe car.The two men ran after us and fired their pistols damaging the car butnothing else. Sofia turned ...he steering wheel and applied the brakescausing the car to turn ninety degrees before stopping. She grabbed herpistol, aimed through the open window of the car and fired. Ken, theleader went down, his pistol flying from his hand. The Asian guy stoppedrealizing that my bodyguard had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it."Move and you're dead," Sofia. “Neither am I,” I proffered up, just to try and lighten the mood.Sandy released her grip on my manhood and cocked her head.“But, I am always open to new experiences,” she said.Kanza silently unbuttoned her Army uniform top. She stripped out of it and tossed it on to a nearby chair. Her t-shirt and her brassiere followed. She then sat on the edge of the bed and stripped out of her boots. She stood back up and then stripped out of her uniform trousers.Her light pink colored lace panties were. . Was I sorry?Now I was able to see a side of Patrick I never knew existed. For the first time in my life, someone made love to me. Someone was enamored with me. When you overlooked the antagonistic and self-serving persona, Patrick was amazing. Endearing. Beloved. Could I regret experiencing all that? Tasting him? Feeling him inside me? Seeing him watch me with such strangely devoted eyes?Remembering a question I asked myself not long ago, though it seemed like years before, I wondered again. So, I put on everything but my dress, shoes and wig, which were packed into a bag. I threw on a T-shirt, sweat pants and sneakers. I grabbed a bottle of wine and a six-pack of imported beer and headed out the door, practically flying. Julia’s house was the next town over and was pretty easy to find. It was a nice, single home set back on a quiet street. There was already a couple cars in the driveway. I parked on the street, grabbed my bag and walked up to the front door. I knocked and Julia.