“I caught the little prick beside a semi. If I got lucky, he’s just a grease stain on the pavement right now. Fuckin’ little toad.”I raised my... eyebrows in surprise.“We have trouble with one or two photographers out here,” Brian said. “The guy on the bike is the worst.”“We come out here five or six times a year for different reasons,” Ryan said. “They host a lot of awards shows here and some other things that Liz likes to do. The guy seems to have some vendetta against her but I can’t find. " The allusion to my putting on clothes for the street with makeup did not escape me. I just let it pass. I got into the habit of putting on my hose and flats even if I didn't wear my gown right when I got home. They looked a little dumb with men's slacks though so I'd change into blue jeans and then they'd look kind of...sexy. I really did enjoy the way they made my feet look and the feel of them was a constant reminder of my feminine undergarments too. It wasn't long until there were. It got me hot. Thinking of what she might be thinking about, what she might want to do with me.I wasn’t a virgin, I’d been with a few chicks, losing my virginity my freshman year of college to a sexy coed with a big ass, a chick I’d met at a church party.In fact, I’d fucked a lot. Freshmen, first year college students, released from our repression, paroled from the pubic prisons of all-girls, all-boys Catholic schools, our genitals uncaged and let loose onto one another at college ... GOOD. He went around to the passenger side and helped that one inside. He then went to the driver’s door and got in. He began to back out on the flat tire. I got in my golf cart and followed him with my rifle at ready. The guy pulled onto the road before stopping. He went to the back and pulled tire tools out. I was about thirty feet away. I said, “You guys were warned by the Captain earlier. Also, the property has signs. It’s really lucky that I didn’t kill all three of you. If you come back, that’s.