I figured that the machine pistol was the most dangerous of the lot, so I went after that first. All of the shooters were widely scattered, so I was l...ucky in that.I scooted along the ground through the weeds at the side of the road until I was close enough to the idiot with the machine pistol to fix his position. I used my left hand to shield me from a direct view of the muzzle flashes while I took aim with the gun in my right hand. There was no problem picking out the shooter in the dark. I honestly couldn’t care less, it just wasn’t for me at all.Now I had to face the thought that I was probably a lesbian. That conjured up an image in my mind of a hard faced muscular woman with tattoos and short hair, a silly prejudice I know and one I dismissed from my mind rapidly. But I couldn’t help picturing myself on the arm of someone looking like that or for that matter looking like that myself.I shook myself and chuckled a little, I was being stupid, I know I’m an old man but I should. I smiled when I let Cliff in and told him to go into the bedroom where a fresh pair of shimmery ivory tights and an electric blue bobbed wig would be waiting for him. As I lit a few candles and put on a CD of romantic music Cliff was hoisting the shiny tights over his thick hips and wriggling his fat arse into them. Once he got them on he wiggled to the music. He stepped into the heels he brought with him and smoothed his hands over his hips and arse which looked so curvy and shapely. The light. I knew Chris was constantly looking at my nipples through my dress but it was Elin who eventually plucked up the courage to bring up the subject of my dress. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but does it not bother you that your nipples are so obvious?” I laughed, as she continued after a short pause. “Not that I’m complaining, I don’t think Chris has taken his eyes off them for long either.” The three of burst out laughing, although it’s fair to say that Chris looked a little embarrassed.