‘Grab your bags then. I have jet waiting and Isabella is on her way to escort you.’ With a quick click of the receiver, I was left standing at the...desk, phone in hand staring back at the photo of Isabella. I loved how they called their little homestead, ‘The Cordova Keys’. To be honest, homestead is a far reach for words. James Cordova was a billionaire who earned his fortune in a joint venture with his brother Javier, a venture which had remained a mystery beyond that. For all I knew, it could. Margaret was still wearing her spike-heeled knee boots, and so I kept my pumps on. The four-inch heels defined my calves and ass.My skirt joined her dress on the floor with a wiggle, and I turned to show her my ass.A rigorous gym regimen ensured that it was still firm, and I knew that the tiny red thong dividing my cheeks would heighten their appeal.Straightening, I could see the smile of appreciation on her face. Popping the last button, I shrugged off the blouse and mimicked her hands-on-hips. In fact the Trans girl who ran the shop was actually very convincing and I found myself checking outher bum as she showed us round the styles she felt would suit me. In the end I picked a raven blackshoulder length wig that fell over the edge of one eye. It made me feel so girl like and once again thebulge in my briefs came back. This time I was not the only one aware of it with the trans girl who ranthe shop clocking my package and telling Beck's she was a very lucky girl to have such a nicely. Vel will kick me out of her inn out of sheer embarrassment even if I somehow keep making enough money to pay my rent.It took an hour and a half to walk to Yayim’s compound, where the descriptions he’d heard of the place proved to be woeful understatements; which was a true marvel, men normally exaggerated the crime lord’s deeds.He stood on the edge of a barge which seemed to serve as a square, neighbouring four or five other half-sunk vessels used for travelling, and observed the place in.