But with Patty'ssuggestion, not only wouldn't Justin feel awkward wearing his mom'sthings, but he would actually enjoy wearing them since they felt so...ood on his body. He thought that the panties were smoother than boy'sbriefs. The tights felt so good hugging his legs. The polo shirt feltsofter than his usual t-shirts. Because of Patty's suggestion, ifJustin wore a bra he would find it supported his chest snugly eventhough he didn't have any breasts that needed support.There was nothing. “Bye, Mom, bye, Paul!” she yelled over her shoulder.“Sue, where are you going?” called out our mother.Sue stopped at the car and whirled to face us. “Over to Bonnie Jo’s. We’re going out on a double date tonight. See ya’.” Then she was gone. Mom looked at me and we shrugged at each other.“So, Mom, what’s up? Playing hooky?” I asked.“No, somebody wrapped a truck around a light pole and knocked out all power and phones. Mister Jenkins let us all go home early.”“You couldn’t do anything?” I asked. A village of smiths goes quietly? The fighting started that night, slow and bloody. The weapon workers knew how to fight with a blade and the rest of the men used the tools of their trade to cut, bash, tear and slaughter their way through the nocturnes. Aromir had wielded one of his father's practice blades, a long handled short sword. He had sparred with his father before, but he had never experienced anything like the confusion of battle. When the blood of the first man he killed slapped him. “How can we help?”Silverman smiled, “Shaun, if as I expect we get the withdrawal of the British Mandate of Palestine and the UN’s acceptance of a Jewish state, then we will have to fight to keep it. There are 250,000 Jews in Europe who wish to come here, they have no home in Europe. Europe doesn’t want them. But they are prevented from landing here by the British blockade. We are managing to smuggle some in, but if war comes we will need every last one of them. We will have over two million.