I waited for her to put her arms round me, and that didn’t happen for a few seconds, so I glanced round. Of course, she’d pulled the goggles down ...o protect her eyes. But once she’d settled herself, her arms wrapped around me, I set off.Once we’d extricated ourselves from the tangle of streets of the inner-city, I chose to take the Manchester Road out of town. That’s quite a good road, though only two lanes and a fifty miles per hour limit. I turned off over the Ladybower Bridge, then through. That was the fixed magazine that held the twenty high explosive rounds used for breaching.I also had a new fiber weave force screen under my uniform, hopefully to keep from getting shot again. I slipped out in civilian clothes with Senior Sergeant Ginger McCartney by my side. She was one of the few females in the company and one of the deadliest marksmen I knew. She hugged my arm as we walked the street and batted her eyes at me, “You know Sergeant Morgan sent me a private note.”I glanced at. For the most part he lookslike a woman. He always wears a bra (which is quite noticeable attimes...depending on his outer clothing. He is never without makeup...usuallyunderstated with just enough to enhance his natural beauty. Occasionally hewill go all out with a particular customer that he has a solid relationshipwith. He might femme up his unisex haircut and wear dramatic eye makeup withdeep red lipstick....almost campy, but more like wealthy decadence. Hisboobies remain small, pert little. Just because there had been no sensation or immediate reaction to it didn't mean there would be no effect at all, and I didn't want anything sneaking up on me later when I might have other things on my mind. Since the drug had been injected directly into my breasts, I focused on them, increasing the flow of blood and accelerating all the biochemical processes.I had developed a wonderful rapport with my body. In the trance state, I could extend my mental control over just about any aspect of it.