“You’ll need to go back and do it right, like Sergeant Willis told you. They’ll hunt you down and take you back in irons and you’ll have to se...rve time in prison if they do.”“Marshal, my name is Otis. I’m the sentry who told you that you could leave me and not tie me up and I’d be there when you got back. My time is up too, like Carter’s. Would you want to take a chance on me, even though I’ve been in the patrols that had skirmishes with you and even with your daughter and her man?”“Otis, did. There, I bought an outfit—men's khaki slacks, golf shirt and, most importantly, a worn leather jacket. It was not quite my old ratty jeans and torn T-shirt, but there was a kissing relationship. The biggest differences were the heels and the posture.To accessorize, I bought rings and hoops, to make my piercings more obvious, a bandanna for my hair and a dump-it-all-in purse. There would be no safety pins, but they would not have looked much out of place. This time, the mirror told me that I was. "Catherine gave me a good idea when she mentioned her cousin's bachelorette party shenanigans. I'm trying to get the others to use that as a cover story for what we are doing from here on. It may get us some sympathetic cooperation; especially since we are under the legal age for some of what we need to do in a bar. And we will need to find a good bar soon as well."Jay chuckled. "And just who is the designated bride-to-be for the evening for this little pretend bachelorette party foray?" It. I placed my arm around my wife's waist and nuzzled her ear and the nape of her neck with my tongue. She placed her warm hand on my thigh and began to teasingly stroke my thigh, moving higher with each stroke. I turned my body to her and began to caress her body with my free right hand. I could feel her breathing quicken and when I reached her breast, her nipple was hard and erect. My wife's hand was grasping my manhood through my clothing.When I reached my hand between her legs I became aware.