She looked back at the other sissies. "Compose yourselves. It's my friend." A quick swing of the door and a clever spin of her hair completed the welc...oming ceremony. "Hai." She presented herself perfectly and then noticed four other men were standing behind Tony."May we come in?" He asked."We?" Well yeah, there are five of you aren't there?" Tony smirked.Aspen looked around the room and attempted arithmetic (1 . . . 2 . . . 3) she actually did make it all the way to five. "Yes, there are five. "I was a platoon sergeant in the Marines, Ma'am. Part of my job was to make split-second assessments of potential hostiles and then engage my unit. I quickly determined that the man I now know is Jonathan Mayfield planned to strike me with his fist while my back was turned. To eliminate the effectiveness of his punch, I stepped back toward him. That caused his fist to miss me. Instead he struck the side of my head with his inner arm. I grasped Mr. Mayfield's arm, flipped him over my shoulder. As promised at about 3:00 Mr. Perez called and said he was about half way there, would Jamie be available at 4:00.At just a few minutes till four, Mr. Perez turned into the lane and headed for the house. Jamie greeted him with a handshake and a warm smile. The two men went into the living room and Elizabeth offered refreshments. Mr. Perez insisted that they all call him Frank and was very grateful for the snacks explaining that he had been on the road all day and had not eaten. There was some. At the entrance to the lingerie store she paused. He would not follow her in, but she wanted a bra. Her bare nipples were hard under the thin fabric of the dress. A bra would be better; one more item to remove, one more step in the dance. She went into the store, wandered the racks. Outside several men paused and stared at the mannequins in the window, glanced at her ... she wondered if he was among them but a salesperson interrupted the thought. When she left the store, none of the men were in.