I was extremely paranoid of being exposed and I was lousy at putting on make-up.Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now...that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig. Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in shooting some pictures at a DRAG SHOW for him.I was off that night so I said I would.See,it. I cheated though and told them about the two men that fucked each other, and that sent them to their mothers right away, leaving me in peace for a while.They weren't gone very long though, and they returned with their mothers in only a few minutes. I was surprised that most of the questions were about the two men lovers, and I was pretty glad I didn't know much about them."You will just have to wait until the women get here. That reminds me of something I'm wondering about. Will we take the. I walked to the door but didn’t open it. “Come on Jenny,” Douglas said. “I know you’re in there.” I leaned against the door and slid myself down to the floor and sat there. “Jenny?” he said. “Jenny, I know you’re there. Please open the door. Please?” He waited for a few minutes and when nothing happened, I heard him slide down on the door too. “Baby, I’m sorry. I messed up. Please forgive me.” Fresh tears fell down my face, but I didn't make a sound. "Kim... She's... Kim is no one.. My name, yes, my name. My name is David Martin. Not an uncommon name, probably a bunch of David Martins in the telephone book. I'm 28 years old now, my sandy hair starting to turn a little gray on the sides. I think it's a little early for me to start getting gray, but it does run in my family. I guess I'm rather ordinary,, nothing special. Height around 5' 10" I guess, weight around 150, kind of skinny, maybe wiry is a better word.I'm a Certified Public Accountant... I'm rather proud of that..