After a bit, Joe waves for me to come on over."This here's Flossie," Joe says. "Flossie, this here's my good buddy Dick." (My name isn't Dick. Joe is ...always planning ahead.) "Dick and Roger go way back, right Dick?." (So now his name is Roger. For that matter, like her name is really Flossie?)Up close I can smell the beer on her breath. She's a little ripe. But shit, Joe and I have done worse. "Hi, Flossie, how ya doing? Yeah, Dick and Roger go way, way back. One for all and all for one," I. I put it in my special locked toolbox for the weekend. Saturday morning, I was wandering around the flea market a few miles from home where I have bought a few of my girlie clothes in the past. I found a pair of black short shorts with an elastic waistband. A few rows down, I picked up a “fanny pack” with a Velcro belt and zipper pouch. I stashed them in my car for later. That evening, my wife told me she was going to her sister’s house for some kind of kitchenware demonstration. I told her I. I watch as Katie walks in and works out where I am.The bar is fairly empty, but she instantly drew the attention of a guy in the corner who undressed her with his stare as her perfect ass wiggled it's way across the bar towards me. I wonder if he could tell that she was wearing very little under that wrap-around dress?I love the way she greets me - her scent, smile, her naughty sparkling eyes. The feel of her pressing against me, radiating her eagerness to be close, the taste of her. " I reached behind me and brought the .45 out. "There's one in the pipe and six in the magazine. That makes it eight of us and only three of you. If you want to avoid the leakage of bodily fluids you'll either take it down the hall or get the hell out of the house — your choice." If you didn't have that gun I'd whip your white ass. Why don't you put it down and fight for your woman like a man." If you were alone I'd kick your sorry black ass from here to the city limit sign and back, but you.