?Pull him in, creating an absorbing fascination with scintillating stocking tops and suspenders. Pussywhip him into submission.?There were sections on...glossy lips, stocking-clad legs and skirts stretched tight across buttocks.The footwear page varied from shoe to ankle boot to knee-length boot, all in perfect patent finishes with soaring stiletto heels. ?Elevate yourself above him in heels that ensure you look down on the loser. Pierce his peace of mind forever and trample on his. "Gross, cut it out man. I think you may have gotten confused in thedark. I'm a guy, and I don't swing that way." For a moment, the noisessounded like a chuckle, but he didn't stop, instead the tongue slidacross my face and into the other ear. At the same time I felt a hand onmy chest, rubbing the pink velveteen fabric of my outfit, but my armswere still being held in place. I began to panic."Look, whoever you are, please stop this. I am a guy." My fears weregrowing, fast, and through the panic. I take deep breath and continue. "I was blown up. Well not into little pieces or I would not be here. I was at the center of one of the bombs that you folks call the big blast." That- is not possible," Nimrod breaks in again."Please, Nim there is more to this than you can possible understand," I chide him. Then continue on. "It was around a hundred years ago. I was just a kid. No more than Maggie's age. I did not know what was going on. I doubt I even cared. All I remember is this giant flash. "I might have known it would be something like that." She may have understood but it was clear that she didn't find it amusing or appropriate."Are you going to thank him then Bern?" Shut up June."'Thanks Bernie, a name' I thought."My little sister would like to thank the thief for his gallantry."Embarrassed, Bernie hissed. "I said shut up." She then looked at me and just about managed to say. "Thank you."I assumed it was for the lift, but I reckoned calling it gallant was stretching it a.