No sir.” “Oh really. Right!” He laughed really hard and I didn’t actually know for sure what a fuck was.“You telling me you didn’t have a ...ard-on looking at her body? OH WAIT! Ha, ha, yeah, just like you have one now? What are you, Queer?” He laughed even harder, longer. “You better not be. Shit man, she’s fuckin’ sexier than anything you’ve probably ever seen and she messes around with those retards. Are you blind? You better clean your glasses.”He continued laughing harder and almost choked. You kin start now if'n you'd druther. Suppose you et?" I did. Light won't last much longer. How much you need?" Might take five or six cords to get me though the winter. My man's a prisoner, up in New York, likely on one a'them hulks and not likely to be exchanged I hear. Folks that know say I ought to count him dead right now. Two shillings a cord be all right? Woodpile's barely been touched." I'll do what I can. My hands ain't in the best a'shape." I went to the large woodpile and set to. I'd love to work with you." Well then," he raised his voice ... and hemmed, "Ahem ... you're all fired. Bye, don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya."The black suits with the sunglasses and coilly things in their ears stayed."Now, young person ... show me where this Princessapality is located. A globe you say?" Yes, your Excellency, it's in the Oval Office." Oh, I've heard of that ... it's here in my palace ... somewhere." Yes, your Excellency. It's through this door and outside. Mark figured this mystery person was a transsexual born male when "he" said, "My name is Lee. I see you're wearing the right outfit. You clearly have breasts, so you won't have to prove that. You will, however, have to lift up your skirt and show me what you got." "She" spoke in an odd voice, halfway between a man's and a woman's. Reluctantly, Mark lifted his skirt to show his male and female organs. Susan did likewise. "Good, everything is in order. You may enter the SHA meeting." The couple.