..I tossed my sunglasses into the trash, and went to work with some bobbypins. Soon my wig was pinned up in a French braid. I looked even morelike a w...rking girl now, and when I left the ladies' room, there was anewfound confidence in my step. Think, girl...I reached into my purse,took out my cell phone, and dialed the toll free number for my rentalcar agency. Making sure nobody was within earshot, I told thereservationist that I wanted to report a stolen car. That's right, itwas stolen from my. F.L. It was great having so many teams and people wanting me.Reporters wanted interviews, the people wanted me to sign everything from football cards to girls having me sign their panties.The draft came and I was picked and signed with a new team from down south. They offered me two million a year plus a secret bonus of five million cash and they had flown my beautiful Mother in town to surprise me.She was only 37 years old and looked about 19. Her long curly blonde hair, big blue eyes and her. ‘In that case I’ll certainly keep it on.’ Twenty minutes later I was on the veranda, drink in hand, waiting for them to appear from the stabling sheds beside the training yard. There were no other riders there that evening and the emptiness of the yard, the tense under-current to our brief conversation and the look I’d thought I’d seen in her eye all combined to make me feel nervously excited. But I didn’t have long to wait before they appeared, she looked up, gave me a wave and then took the. I know morethen a few Transvestit and Transsexuell." ... and sometimes you can't?" I was now about to freak out. I just knewinside my cover was blown."It all depends Fr?ulein." He looked me dead in the eyes. I knew he knew.But I couldn't find the words to say anything more.Monica and Rhonda just then returned back to the table. I took a shortbreath, composed myself and smiled at them. Had our little stunt blownthe biggest account in the history of the company? I didn't want to sayanything to.