Tsk," she whispered, "You filthy son of a bitch!" She took several pictures and left, and I tried to block the barbaric humiliation from my mind. Afte... and hour and a half I had finished all of the funky underclothing, and the rancid smell of mixed dried shit permeated my throat and nose. I had orgasmed involuntarily, just as a group of women had stopped to observe, and jerked wildly as a pair of shit stained panties hung from my mouth. Nothing could describe the deep and personal humiliation. So now on my first full day in Paris I was standing in a strange girl'sapartment dressed in lingerie and wearing a pair of high heels looking athow ridiculous I looked in her bathroom mirror and wondering what it wouldbe like to really be a woman.Just then I heard the keys turn in the lock and my first instinct was tohide but where was I going to hide but under the sheets and I couldn't dothat with my heels on.So I walked back through to the bedroom to see Jane come in with someshopping. " No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... since there's six crates of them." Only one airplane in the hangar ... a second Goose." Oh hell, I'll come see."Junior walked back with David ... Connie looked in the Quonsets.The hangared Goose was forlorn ... a broken spar made one wing droop ... it was possible to tell that a crew had been dismantling it when they were called away. There was an engine hoist attached to one engine ... the one with a bent propellor tip, and various. "Well?"He looked towards the unlocked door, nervously. I laughed."You're mom." Soon to be ... OUR mom," I reminded him. "She hasn't been in here since," I said not needing to complete the sentence. "And she won't come running up here now either. So quit worrying. Now ... answer my question. And don't try being shy about it, or lying to me either Danny. You know damn good and well, I could always tell when you were trying to lie to me or not tell me the whole truth." Well ... sure, yeah, of.