They stopped just below the bottom bum. The top consisted of a checkered shirt tied up above the waist to show stomach. Underneath it you would wear a...tight tank top, preferably white. I remember telling her that the way she dressed was making her asked to be attacked by horny drunk men. It was not right but alcohol and a sexy body like hers spelled TROUBLE. A little straw cowboy hat and boots rounded out the outfit. The bar life was crazy. The Shooter Bitches job was to sell beer and go around. The contented look on her pretty face was changing and it seemed that she was eager to continue her education, and it was no surprise to me that my cock was hardening again in my boxers. I stood up and reached out and, holding her small hands in my hands, I pulled her to her feet. Her brow frowned under her blonde her and I could tell she was puzzled at what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated and she turned to face me. ‘What are we going to do, Mr. I had shown Laura and Carolyn not to underestimate me. I had gotten acomplete makeover and now looked more like a girl than they did. Carolynasked me what I was going to do for school and work. I told them itwouldn?t be a problem since most of my classmates thought I was a girland my clients all wanted to help me look more feminine. What I didn?trealize is that Laura and Carolyn were more than friends and were lookingfor company. They were thrilled I could move into Beth?s room and wecould live. "Shriek" identify."When the AI responded there were some perplexed Avers – this was new. A female voice sounded over the bridge,"No transponder. Freighter two kilotonnes. Turning away. Transponder identifies as Allman lines "Casca Dawn"."The outline on the screen crept lower down as HCL advanced. "Shriek" came up."Target. 305 degree same plane, three hundred and fifty thousand clicks tracking 200 degrees. Four eighty gravs. Harbourian. Destroyers, four." Tactical?" Came from behind the planet..