For some reason I had the need to "Put my girl on." The danger here is not be too provocative. Otherwise I might be mistaken for a trannie hooker.Th...e store looked allot bigger on the inside. There were rows and rows of D VD's and periodicals in the center with an assortment of blow up dolls, games and novelty items on either side. At the check out counter sat a short fairly young looking black girl, who wouldn't take her eyes off me.It could be because I was the only customer there and. I told him stories of lands and battles, inedited form, of course. I was very aware of how strange my warrior's talessounded, coming out in such a lady's voice. I actually tried to make themost of the incongruity, for Jakob's sake: my change was not obvious onthe surface, I knew, and I wanted Jakob to get the full impact of it. WithJakob as my audience (and Marcus not far away) I found it surprisinglydifficult to feel proud of all I had done to gain my former power. Imissed those days--not so. I was just a seaman, but Commander Preuss always impressed me, even then. I believe that he is here with us, even now, in fact, smuggled in over from Norfolk, where he serves as co-chair of the Joint Governance Commission which administers said seaport and former naval base.“I propose that we establish this force as the natural successor to the old American Navy and Virginia naval militia, with Preuss holding the rank of Captain aboard his chosen flagship and him also resigning his seat on the. Oh God, those hands and those damn fingers of his!If only he had kept his hands on her neck. Oh, no! Not Michael. Not Mister Magic-Touch. He had to touch all her exposed skin - shoulders, back, ribs, belly, hips, thighs, calves, and feet. And she let him. Damn! He must have planned this from the start.She was relaxed and trusting - so trusting that while he massaged her feet, she stretched back on the couch and let her legs fall open. Her panties were soaked. He probably could smell her. Too.