The only comforthe'd found was in the arms of "Aunty" Babs. She'd taken him in when he'drun away from the care home. Given him a room, food and clean ...clothes,even if they we're meant for a girl, a girl possibly a few years youngerthan him by the looks of them, but a girl all the same. And soon, hewould be starting lessons in with other girls (the thought of other girlsshould have disturbed him, but he shrugged it off, they would be "other"girls as far as everyone was concerned) in an all girl. Though to be honest I really didn't even need to do that. But the pizza was always good for afterwards.At 5'10", Tracy was tall for a woman with equally long legs that seemed to go on forever, an equally nice sculptured ass, with a beautiful looking mane of reddish-brown hair that cascaded well down to the middle of her back. She had emerald green eyes, with natural eyelashes that any woman would die to posses, though she and I both considered her best features to be her breasts, which were. ” She whispered in my ear before breaking our clinch and she took my hand back to the table.I saw our waitress and I made an air rectangle with my fingers and she smiled and came over to the table with her little computer hanging off her waist in its holster.“All set for the night? I can print your check right here and process it.” She said as the little thing buzzed and printed out a slip. It was $110 and I added a $25 tip and she ran the card and I signed the slip.She looked at it and smiled. Okay I would have been anyway, but that morning I made it a little easier to get to. Instead of a short sleeved sweat shirt, I wore a tight tee shirt and a sweat jacket hanging loose over my .38.I had Helen at 10AM, then I had a meeting with a gun dealer to look at a .10mm Glock. He usually sold his weapons at gun shows, but he was close enough for me to meet him at a highway rest stop halfway between our homes.Of course it wasn't just any Glock 20. The ones he had were from the government's.