(Setting, female on a trip with a Secret Service Agent in the group she is with. SSA takes female’s bags for her….)
“I’ve got that ma’am.” Agent Curtis said.
“Like hell you do,” Sally retorted taking her bag from him. “You are a bodyguard, not a porter. Your job means that you have to have your hands free to get your gun out if you have to shoot someone. By that measure, having my bags in your hand means that if someone got the drop on us, you wouldn’t be able to do anything without dropping my bags, thus telegraphing the fact that you are going to do something to the bad guys. I have my bags, thank you.”
He chuckled a bit and relented. “As you say ma’am.”
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Bodyguards are not there for decoration. They have a very important job. NEVER should a bodyguard be asked or written to take another’s bag when they are on duty guarding someone, and they would never leave their Principal (meaning their protectee) to wait on another person.
Keep this in mind when you write your stories.
Love Always...
Occasionally I see on other networking sites that there are memes in which the poster puts up lyrics that mean a lot to them. I thought I would occasionally do that here.
FAITHFULLY Lyrics
Artist: Journey
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Walk a mile in her shoes, huh? I’ll show her. That’s simple.
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The Plea, a poem
I am a transsexual.
I am not dirty.
I am not aberrant.
I am not a pervert.
I am not out to corrupt your children/husband/wife.
I am a woman in a man’s body.
I have a birth defect.
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We all have dreams. This is a site about dreams. Many of us come here to have our dreams when they are unattainable. This is a short paean to dreams.
A dream is a precious thing. It is not something that should be taken lightly. Once lost, many times you can’t get it back.
I have dreams. You have dreams. Think for a moment about the dreams you have had in the past. All those times when you were little and said “I want to be a Firefighter” or “I want to be just like Mommy” or something similar. Read more…
This isn’t TG Fiction, but it is a romance of sorts. I wrote this a few months ago after a very erotic dream, so I share it here with all of you.
Her hands danced over me as she moved to get a better angle of attack. I loved those hands. Sometimes hard and firm, demanding, authoritative, impossible to resist, and sometimes they were gentle, caressing, floating over me like a sensual hovercraft. She had a talent for guiding me where she needed me to be. Read more…
Scenes I Would Like to See
