The two big men, one wearing dpm armour and sand coloured beret and the other a dark green jacket and Royal Stewart trews, were accompanying a shorter... thicker man with granite face wearing a black jacket and a kilt in the pale blue green tartan of the Campbells of Argyll.The pibroch's sorrowed keen swept across the still waters of the loch and through the gorse on the hills as the procession wended its way to the freshly dug pits on the gentle slope. The biers were gently lowered and the. But they gave me a really hard time. Called me names and made fun of me. So I... I finally had to go along..."No! Not my Davie! Not my precious little girl!He turned off the ignition and left the Porsche in the middle of the road. Then he walked stealthily to the cluster of foliage behind the spot where Trish Byers had gone to the bathroom. It was a shallow depression in the verdant dune. A dark, wet island in the alabaster sand and a crumpled wet tissue provided confirmation. He avoided those. Iknew I had it down perfectly when the person on the phone consistentlycalled me ma'am.I even collected a stash of women's clothing and would secretly dresswhen home alone. Also whenever I was in a department store I would passthrough the woman's section and admire all the beautiful dresses ondisplay.Eventually the band started to get really popular and consistently getgood paying jobs. The problem was that one of the girls, withoutwarning, decided to go away to a college on the East coast.. The next few weeks were hard. That moment of clarity had opened a Pandoras Box in Jacquis thinking. She wanted out. Out of her marriage, yes she loved Chris in a deep-seated way, but had lost the desire for him. She craved a freedom that her marriage prevented. It was possible that from time to time, if they continued in the life style they had begun by inviting strangers, or even a regular person into their bed, she might achieve that perfection of orgasm, a climax so shattering, it would.