I'm sorry. I couldn'thelp it."Look, baby. I know it's scary coming out. I know it's hard to admit thatyou had sex with guys. I know it's hard to say y...u're a sissy. The worldcan be mean to your kind. But it's just a little hump you have to getover, and then life will be perfect. Look at me: It's hard to admit youhave a bisexual husband. But I do. Once we get you in an outfit, you'llbe okay. Really you will."I was still crying. I shook my head. I wasn't bisexual. I wasn't a sissy.How could I. From my position at the window, I was watching the dorm mother undress when I saw her get up and go to the door. I was surprised to find the assistant dean at the door. The dorm mother pulled her robe tighter around her as she moved back to sit on the bed. He came into her room and shut the door. Going to her, he pulled the robe apart and let it fall off her shoulders. Again I got to look at the most magnificent breasts I had seen on an older person in a long time. They were so full as they. I was so pathetic—scared out of my wits and crying. They printed the story in the local paper—my parents were mortified and you can only imagine the joking I had to endure. Otherwise, other than the scolding I received from my parents, the only penalty was detention after school for a month.”Both father and daughter were laughing. His daughter (I heard her father call her Patricia) said, “Daddy, it’s adorable. Can I keep it?”The father ended up giving me a job for $300 a week on a week’s trial. At that distance the 40 cal. slug drops like a rock and the action of the gun makes it pull to the right while firing multiple shots. I aimed at his right ear and pulled the trigger three times.It was more of my military training that I passed on to everyone who went through my training courses. Fire three shot groups for the kill and move to the next target. The exception to the rule was unless you were facing overwhelming numbers and the ammo supply was in doubt, and then it came down to your.