2 inch, or “Four-deuce”) heavy mortars, several dozen RPG 7 rocket-propelled grenades and one 3omm modified Soviet aircraft cannon.“For personal...protection, a few M4’s unless you’d rather have AK’s and all of it old enough to be Vietnam era. Perfect internally but shabby.”He took a breath. “Training included. Every thing disguised as life rafts and a spare dinghy or two.”Now, there were two unarmed and dripping wet officers standing politely out side. JW watching.“That sounds like fun.” I said.. I think Mrs. Wilkinson just has me come over so she can relax by herself for awhile and not worry about her kids." She told me she was a single mom. What happened to Mr. Wilkinson?" I asked."I don't know for sure," she said. "All I know is that he died, but I don't know what happened. She really misses him, though. Sometimes while I'm giving the boys a bath, I can hear her crying in her bedroom. It's really sad." Boy, I didn't know any of that. I'll have to watch my mouth," I said."How often. Normal in the sense that I'm not unlike most people. I love music, albeit heavy metal, I love clothes and shopping, although most of my wardrobe is made up entirely of black dresses, band shirts, fishnets and cute thigh highs. I love to read and write, I love hanging out with friends and going out to concerts or the occasional night out drinking. I mean, I'm a transgender girl but I'm cute and passable and I think I blend into a crowd pretty well...as a girl anyway, my outfits tend to be a bit. But most of all it was the way she spoke to me that made me say yes.She flashed me another smile, and walked me to the front door. She asked if I knew the address of the club she had suggested. I did. I had been there a couple of times with my wife. It wasn't conducive to a business meeting, and that made me even more certain that she wasn't interested in business. Her business was personal. I knew that and still I had agreed to meet her there.I drove to my office, wondering what in the world I.