Still on Cloud Nine, he was in no hurry tohang out. He did a double take when he looked in the mirror.While he had scrubbed all the makeup off his fac...e before he went to bed hestill looked like a girl with his hair all fluffed out and highlightedwith red streaks. He sighed. He figured it came with the territory. He wasgoing to have to dress up again tonight if he expected to get that samehigh again playing on stage.As he turned on the water in the shower, he stuck his hand in waiting forit to. I didn't have a thing to wear... or did I?I must have stared at the dress a hundred times, hanging there in my closet. You want to talk about guilt? I had left messages for Dianna at the number she gave me, but she hadn't called me back yet. Sure, I could have cruised Michigan Avenue and found something else. My instincts were nudging me; there was something about this dress and its connotations to the unfolding conspiracy that made it the perfect choice. If this be my 'Maltese Falcon', let me. Lee had modified the carbines and the pistol to fire automatically. I told my wives that my uncle had left us a present. I emptied the box and we continued moving. We put the mattresses and box springs together on the floor, and tied them together so they would not slip apart. I told them I was looking forward to trying out our bed with them all in it. They said they were, also. We made up the bed, and decided to say we were finished with it. I wanted to try out the new guns, and told my wives. After we’d eaten each other to take the edge off our lust, we were cuddling on the bed. ‘You’re beautiful, and I love it that you are strong too,’ she told me. ‘I’m like an overgrown weed — tall and thin.’ Still so self conscious. She leant down and kissed my flat stomach. I have to admit that a flat stomach is one advantage of being weedy. ‘This isn’t weed,’ she whispered against it, ‘it’s muscle, and I love it.’ As she moved down to my blond hairs and further, I moaned again. Of course I.