‘It’s over… kpt… It’s over… kpt… It’s over… kpt…’ That was all I could hear when the thumping and ringing in my right ear subsid...ed enough… but I didn’t know what the hell it was. A girl’s voice… sounded kinda familiar. Sounded like someone took a sledgehammer to my answering machine. At some point consciousness came home after a short jaunt, swinging its own sledge-straight into my temple. My eyelids fluttered open with a little resistance (they felt sorta crusted shut). My hands leapt straight. This woman did not act the coward.From behind the last tree blocking my sight, I rolled into the clearing where the female stood. My sword was at the ready but still I froze at the sight of her, my mouth slightly agape. Reena gasped with what must have been the surprise of recognition.She was stunning. The young woman was nearly as tall as me and her noble features were striking. She stood straight backed with a proud demeanor, the billowy texture of her white tunic and pants contrasting with. I pulled another big bong hit and was wasted. I slipped on a pair of three-inch sandals I had sitting around and pranced about my house, working on my feminine walk and posture. So much of being a woman is changing the angles of your body. Pulling your shoulders back and rolling them downward to push out your chest. Tightening your calves as you walk to change the shape of your legs. Walking one foot crossing in front of the other for that sexy female strut.It was little things that could. She needed a man's opinion on which things looked best on her. She explained to Bob that he was the perfect guy for the job because he had already seen her naked. She strolled over to the open closet door and pulled out a shopping bag from Frederick’s of Hollywood. She placed bag on the floor beside the bed. The first thing she pulled out looked like a knee length, silky robe. Standing near him she slipped it on over her clothes. Ann took a step closer to him and invited him to feel how smooth.