Oh, great! Now I'm hallucinating about Julie again. I sure miss her though, even though she was so mean to me.I am really sorry about that, Jeremy. Pl...ase forgive me!"Mistress Julie?" I called out.Shhhh! Don't speak or they'll think you're crazy.But where are you?I'm right here, Jeremy.It's "Jenny" now.To me, you're still "Jeremy." And I never liked those two dykes, either.Where are you, Mistress Julie?Jeremy, I guess you can kill that Mistress crap now. I'm here! Inside you!Inside me? How?How. And, like all other chapters, no part of thisstory may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy.Becoming BrandeeChapter Thirteen:I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tourbefore getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let mefill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audiencemembers who've won the "Win a date Brandee" contest at the end of eachdancing performance. Most of the time the guys who win a date with me tend. I, for one, appreciated their caution because there is nothing as disconcerting as being shot in the back by a person or persons unknown right in one’s own squad room.I had learned from bitter experience to mind my own business in the “bull-pen” because a lot of times what you saw was not the full story and justice and good behavior were just words in the vocabulary when people losing their lives was the price to pay for being nice. This innocent-looking suspect was pathetic enough on the. And... and... I awakened next to a stranger. It was a woman! A woman! I must have screamed aloud in terror, because she was trying to hug me. To comfort me?"You must have had a nightmare, darling. It'll be all right. Let me hold you."I recoiled in horror. What was this WOMAN, this NAKED WOMAN doing here in my home? IN MY BED! Where was Gene? I grabbed my pants and ran.How could I let myself be driven out of my own home? Who was that woman? Damn it, I knew who she was. It was the woman I'd.