“Did you want me to...” “No, no,” Marcus shook his head. “It is being planned and handled by Frederick and Frederick. “Holy shit!” Lucy ...said as she looked at the folder as I handed it to her. “Everyone's here!” Ginger's mouth was wide open as she stared at Marcus. “The two of them are together again?” she asked. “Yes,” Marcus lightly clapped with excitement. “Who knew they would bury the hatchet, right; after all, it was a huge hatchet.” Ginger nodded. I was trying to hold in my enthusiasm. The. Direct intervention's an option, but I have no idea how to go about it. I'm not a killer. Muscle can be bought from the small ads of disreputable publications, but that has far more potential to backfire. Not least police entrapment.Treading gingerly's frustrating. Intercepting myself was my last real hope. I have to make it count.I reach across the striped red tablecloth and stroke the back of her hand. "We should stay in tonight." And miss the last showing?" I know, but…" I should have. I saw the littleboy being dressed for school by his Mum then and somehow I knew what todo.I dipped my fingers in my glass of water before rubbing it over hiseyebrows to straighten them. At that point I had decided, I am dressedas a woman, not many men are obviously as convincing as me, I might aswell have fun with this and see how far I can go.I poured myself a large vodka. It was time to let go. As a man I wouldhave remained sober all evening, worried about what people would thinkabout me. Jean slipped her fingers into her knickers and dropped them to the floor. She had a mass of pubic hair, lightly coloured like her hair and her wrinkled pussy lips were already dripping with juice.I touched her softly, opening her labia up and running my finger along the length of her cunt away from her clit and back again.Sarah looked round,“What if Aunty Kath wakes up?”“She'll have to wait her turn,” Jean said with a grin.Sarah laughed and the tension seemed to go out of her as she realised.