Anyway, I’m sick of Mrs Palmer and her five daughters, I want a woman, a real woman. I love fucking myself sometimes but right now I’m hungry for ... woman’s body!Like that one there! Look at her! Standing outside the grocer’s in the busy shopping strip, obviously waiting for someone. She’s wearing a backless brown halter neck top and white shorts – so short you can see the curve of her arse cheeks, and it is such a fuckable arse I nearly shoot a big thick load just looking at her! She’s not. The video was then consigned to the bottom of the pile and largely forgotten about.Fortunately, she and I didn't last too much longer as a couple. With hindsight, I have a feeling that her finding out that I actually enjoyed a film about a man dressing up in women's clothes and prancing around singing "I'm just a sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania." was at least a contributory factor.It was nearly true. I did like the idea, but my more sensible side—as I thought at the time—still. “Okay, let’s get two snipers, and I’ll go in with a quiet MP5. You cover my back while I go up the stairs.”We drove to where the two vans had parked, and I told the FBI Agent in charge what was going to happen. He became very nervous and jerky, but I assured him this was the best and fastest way to recover the family. There were two Deputy U.S. Marshals who were familiar with the .308s we used, so I took them with us. We had one on the second floor of the home we had jimmied our way into, and. Doing odd jobs, mowing the lawn, raking up leaves, taking the trash out, whatever she needed doing, I was always Johnny on the spot. Never once did I feel obligated, put out, or put off in having to do things for her, no matter what they were.Gradually, she slowly started to act like her old self once again. She'd even began putting on makeup again, something I hadn't seen her do in a very long time. She had even dyed her hair, taking out the few strands of grey she'd allowed to remain up until.