Being a Department of the Navy civilian, he could wear what he wanted, and today, apparently, he wanted to wear a polo shirt, khaki pants, and soft sh...oes. He'd stowed his jacket in his carry-on bag overhead, and looked insufferably at his ease.Lenore, on the other hand, was in her tailored Service Dress, feeling hot and confined. Every time she looked over at him, he seemed smugly comfortable. She'd flown back from Diego last time in a tee-shirt and bluejeans, rather than the Utilities she'd. I hope an extra text is ok, Daddy. I couldn't help it, Iwent shopping for something to show you, just for you Daddy." And I senthim the gallery, nervously hitting send.What do I do now, just wait? I decided to stay dressed as long aspossible, it felt so perfect. I thought I would get maybe an hour inthese clothes just prancing back and forth before my mirror, practicingsitting and standing like a sissy girl, talking to myself in my ultrahigh femme voice. I even sucked my thumb for a few. But he would have had to hide his underwear when he undressed for bed that night. He would have cum in his pants a half a dozen times by the time that night came to an end."The little bastard tries to act the way he thinks he's supposed to. But I know a man who wants to see his wife getting fucked when I see one. He won't be the first man who has watched me fuck his wife and loved it; and he won't be the last."I hope he's right. Or at least I think I do. It suddenly struck me that I'm not. "Yeah," I say, quite honestly. I'm terrified. I'm smaller now, weaker,and I'm going to live in a house where at any second I could beattacked by men who are bigger and stronger than me."I'm not," Pie says and smiles, looking like a pixie who could sproutwings and fly away whenever she wants."Why is that?" If one of those bastards touches me, I will kill him," she says thiswith a twinkle in her eye, like she is flirting.I keep calling her 'she' because she seems like a she. She looks like.