So who the fuck was the balding man, and for whom did he work? I could run his plates and I could spend a full day having him checked out but at that ...moment grabbing his ass up seemed easier. Would he squeal like a pig, probably, but I had a hell of a good lawyer.I waited until he looked away for a second, then I put the bike in a gear way to high for the average person to start a bike uphill from a dead stop, then I pedaled like hell and before he could get the car started let alone moving, I. Some had makeup more appropriate for ladies of the night; others, plain Janes, insecure in their looks.The boys stood in loose groups sorted by age; young, awkward teenagers, obviously embarrassed and nervous, and the older guys trying to look mature beyond their years, all of them lasciviously ogling the girls. I frowned. I knew what those predatory males were thinking: baseball. First, second and third base; which girl would let them have a grope, a kiss, maybe even let them get lucky. In addition, he was wearingblack stockings secured to the suspender tabs of the corset as well ashis panties and bloomers. He carried his five-inch heels in a closedtote bag because the seamstress also requested he wear heels during themeasuring process.Arriving at the seamstress' shop, he entered and shut the door. Theyoung woman named Joanne greeted him warmly and showed him to thechanging room, where he could get dressed. She assured him that she hadlocked the door so no one would. I walked towards my kill and knelt to pull out the arrow. Once free, I took my water flask and a rag to quickly wash off the blood and tissue on the shaft and arrowhead. I then reached down and tested the weight of the buck, surprised to find it heavy, but manageable, given my newfound strength.As I slowly made my way back towards camp, I pondered what had happened when I had gone to take my shot. I had done it no differently than I had always done, save for the fact that I was attempting to.