It felt so different wearing a dress instead of pants and I did sort of like the way the petticoat felt but what would mom and grandma think? Mom swor... she wouldn't think I was a sissy or anything so I decided to tell the truth."It's different Grandma," I said watching her face to see if she might be getting ready to laugh. "It feels funny not to have long pants on but I kind of like wearing a petticoat." I told you he'd like it!" Grandma looked at mom. "He's going to do just fine and make. "Well we'll just have to go back to mine then." I smiled and drew him into to me, feeling his hands stroke up my back and then under my arms wrapped round his neck. He slyly stoked my boobs before leaning back and smiling. I pulled his head back to me and kissed him hungrily. His tongue snaked into my mouth and tumbled with my tongue, hands clenched my bum and I moved my hands down to his waist band, the right again finding soft skin, the left easing the shirt out until it touched skin too.Our. Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”“Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me again about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ what the fucking hell kind of title is that?! I hate that fucker!”“I liked what the Miami Police named us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie boasted.“That asshole Davenport is getting fucking rich at our expense!” Chuck continued. “The. “Oh shit! You want to build a theocracy?!”“No! Far from it! I’m trying to say that our principles of mercy, our principles of justice, our principles of purpose should be common and present both in our faith and in our governance. Believe me, I know and respect the difference between secular power and sacred power. My vision for my faith is that there be no human expression of sacred power, no ruling priesthood, no governmental clerics. But our governance and our faiths can never be truly.