”I spied a wine bottle and two glasses sitting at the bar.“How about a drink?” I replied.“That’s for show,” she replied.“Oh, come on,”...I replied. “I’ll bring by a replacement bottle in the morning.”I stepped over to the bar. I reached in the first drawer and pulled out a corkscrew. In quick fashion, I had disengaged the cork, with a shallow pop. I poured the sweet red wine into the two glass goblets. I turned to hand her one of the glasses.“I can’t drink while I’m working,” she said.“Then,. I manage to notice she is wearing patent black heels too.I was so glad I was sat under the cape otherwise my now rock hard cock would have given away exactly what I was thinking I would like to do to her.After telling her what I wanted her to do (to my hair!) she got the clippers and got cutting. We made small talk as you do when someone cuts your hair, music, TV shows, holidays etc. I was always a little distracted, watching her curves as she moved around the chair.Now, a barbers chair is. That is why I always try never to sing outside of my home and private refuge.Pastor Kit had tears in his eyes! WOW! I never would have thought a pastor, a leader of many, would openly shed tears! But he did, he wasn't crying in the sobbing, voice-stopping way, just tears as he tried to answer my question the best he could.He said, "Well said, young one! I can tell you are a very special person even being so small and so young. You show a deeper understanding, more than many adults I know. First. We needed to do something to provide them with a much greater disincentive than losing the taxpayers' money.We also worried that the FBI's continuing to spy on us despite being exposed several times might indicate a level of determination that was irrational. If we put pressure on them they might irrationally respond in some very aggressive way, such as by planting false evidence on us to prove that we were a threat to national security, drug traffickers, terrorists, or whatever. Once we were.