" I'd like that very much. Anyone would feel honored to have you for a friend," he responded.She blushed. "Any time you need me, please call." I will....I promise, if you'll do the same."She wondered how much Allison had told Dan of what she had shared with her Aunt about her marital troubles. She decided that whether he knew or not didn't matter. Theirs was a special bond and somehow she felt safe with Dan, felt as if she could always depend upon him, count on his being there for her.A long time. Ineach hand she had a bright purple pill that looked like some kind ofskittle. Popping both into her mouth she leaned and kissed me hard,forcing one of the pills into my mouth. Well I had never taken any kindof drugs before but with her warm moist lips on mine my hesitationlasted all of 2 seconds before I forgot about it and went with the kiss.Monique laughed again and broke off as she led me over to the bar andordered two cosmopolitans for us to drink. I would have preferred beerbut since I. . in a few years, she could let go the whole fiction and really be a new person -- a woman, but her life could be just as fulfilling as that of the "Dannie" girl who'd helped him become her.So in the course of the coming months, she did exactly that. The old timer abruptly developed the habits of a hermit, never heard or seen again, while "Danielle" became a social butterfly -- at least among the inhabitants of Valley Springs Retirement Castle, where she volunteered five days a week, much to. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He liked it even less on a sunny morning while wearing his favourite dress. He stood there staring quizzically at her for a moment."Men do not wear dresses," she repeated more loudly this time."I am not a man," he answered in a forced falsetto. "My name is Helen and this is my dress. I like it very much.".