Then it was the black squaredance skirt with the sewn in petticoat. When he had it on the skirtstood straight out. "You better take good care of the...e. These were awful expensivebut I got you exactly what you put in most of your stories," shesaid. She fastened the locking black patent leather five inchstiletto heels on his feet. "I can't walk in these shoes. Do you want me to break an ankle?" "You can and will walk in them. Remember in your stories you sayto take little steps and point your. She debated just walking out of the room, but knew that at some point she’d have to address this.. So instead she threw a Hail-Mary.. “I’ll give you a blow job right now if you stay home tonight!” she yelled it at me, but straightened herself up trying to look calm and collected, but really she was terrified. But to her own surprise she wasn’t scared of the thought of having to go through with it, but what might happen if I declined.. Really she’d already embarrassed herself and possibly. T. With the heavy-heavy hanging over their heads—as they saw it, anyway—they couldn't afford to make anything public; no more media stories. I was pretty sure they wouldn't even risk circulating privately along police channels, they'd be too worried I'd learn of it and publish their dirty little secrets, or at least some of them, as I'd threatened.I'd isolated them the same way they'd initially isolated me. Which suited me fine, it was what I'd intended.What we had was an old-fashioned Mexican. I pulled up my M4 made sure it was ready, checked my 1911 then looked at the clueless Butterbar and suggested, "Sir, not to tell you your job, but you should have the squad lock and load."The Butterbar wisely listened to my suggestion and ordered, "Marines, lock and load."The sound of M4s being SPORTed1 throughout the SURC was music to my ears.1 SPORT – Slap, Pull, Observe, Release and TapI threw my Eberlestock pack on my back, loaded my UOP pack on my front, and crouched in the bottom of the.