“Noon?”“That would be good,” he said. Well, it was 10:30 a.m.I need to clarify here that Abigail and I had not made up; likely never would in ...ny true sense. But, we did share kind of an armed truce. We did talk if but in short terse sentences from time to time. We did see each other around. It was what it was.It had been some months since the big man had made the unilateral decision, and without my knowledge, to get the legs for me. On the day that that he announced that he had in fact done. Getting all dressed up for a man for a date already has me in such a state of feline excitement that I think only a true transvestite or trans girl can understand.I reveled in the preparation and joy of taking great care with my make-up. My tools included eye liner, false eyelashes, powders, blush, lipstick, and lip liners and more. I then painted my toe nails and glued long red nail extensions over my own longish nails making my male hands look suddenly so feminine. Next I added my first high. You take the leads you uncover and run with them.”“I’ll agree, my competitor was out of line with his remark. But how do you feel about the progress the case is taking? Do you feel Commissioner Eddleson is liable for how things are turning out?”“Sorry, after years on the force, I’ve learned not to discuss my feelings during press conferences. Every time someone does, you rip them a new one. Instead I’ll detail facts. Here’s one: the only one responsible for this case is me and me alone. The. Right? I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed down stairs to the back yard for a couple hours of sunning, and there was Brandon lying on a lounger all splayed out and covered with suntan oil. I plopped down on the longer next to him and began moaning about what a fickle bitch I'd been dating. He listened and made agreeing noises which had the effect of calming me down. I told Brandon that I was breaking it off with her, that all I'd needed was a sympathetic ear and a little good sex to.