”He would have turned to leave, but I stopped him. “Mr. Director. You said you had some intelligence to share with me, Sir?”Joshua Walsh took an...unbearable amount of time unsealing a report that he drew from his briefcase. The document was bound in leather and looked to be very expensively finished. The Director opened the report, skimmed ahead about a third of the way in, before turning the book around and laying it open across my lap.What I read in that report caused my blood to boil.“Is this. He sends one hand underthe shirt to feel himself more closely as the other hand takes a moresouthern route. Slinking into his pants he clutches his shrunkengenitals and tries to push them along, anything to speed up the painfulchanges. Forcing his manhood inwards, he cried out in a combination ofpain and relief when the deed is finally done and the transformation iscomplete.______________________________________________________________________The changed woman lay on the cool tile floor of the. Since it was almost 11AM, I decided to call Lois on the phone. I gave her the emergency phone numbers and asked her to have a search for home address using their numbers. I didn’t plan to bother her with a criminal records search, since a man with a felony couldn’t own a bar, but I decided to let Lois do her thing.“Lois?” I said to the voice that answered her work phone.“No, It’s Deputy Purcell,” The voice answered.“Is Lois around?” I asked.“No, she went home. She has to get ready for her. And below that, well, "The Little Guy" certainly needed a new name.A splash of cold water in my face did nothing to remove the stranger from my mirror or to return my face and body to me. I needed desperately to sit and think. Fortunately, I was planning something similar.The answer seemed apparent when I finished: delirium tremens. After all, I discovered as I glanced sideways, the boxers were now high-dollar, pastel-colored, silk jockey shorts, the kind you have to pay just to window shop.