As it was a contemporary retelling, her costume was a modern day men'ssuit. She put on the shirt and buttoned it up, then put on the suit pantsand tu...ked in the shirt and put on a belt and necktie. Next she put on apair of dress socks and dress shoes. Finally she put on the suit jacket.Her clothing complete she went to the vanity and put on her wig. Shecompleted the look by thickening her eyebrows and creating sideburns and abit of facial hair. With the transformation complete she looked. “You should be guarding,” Rugar stated once we’d worked out that there were ducks here about. “You’re women should pull the sled.”“My women are pulling travois and my women are standing guard,” I told the man coldly. “You saw with your own eyes what my woman can do to a man who comes to steal a child away from us. Do you think she would not do the same if a wolf came and tried to hurt us? If you do then you would be wrong.”“You should still be guarding,” Rugar told me adamantly. “It is a man’s. “Come on, Shari.” Testosterone. This is how things are done.Later, in his junior year of high school, Terry was notso certain. He was dating girls, but full of self-doubt.And it was Shari who was rebellious. She had herdriver’s license before any of the boys. She owned a VWBug, had a sticker on the bumper that read, “Girls KickAss.” She asked him out on a date, and he accepted. Shari had a reputation as a “slut,” and he – popular,athletic –. ” “But I am a grown man!” I protested. “Not a naughty little boy.” “Either you take the spanking from me right now, or you are fired.” “I want to keep my job, so I guess I will let you spank me, ma’am.” I said. “Then hold still, and don’t move until I tell you to.” Then she unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and my pants were around my ankles. Next, my shorts were pulled down and joined my pants at my ankles. “Step out of your pants and then stand beside me and lay over my lap.” She said. I stepped.