The air is pregnant with the scent of tobacco and jasmine. As is the custom at this hour, the cafe is filled with the crush of young Spaniards. A door...creaks open and admits a young woman. With quiet determination she enters and makes her way to the wall furthest from the stage. Her skirt whispers against the chair as she seats herself. No one takes note of her passing save for the wisp of her perfume. She has been here before. She comes every night to hear him play. She waits. Soon her heart. "T" got records on all of the people involved. They were being asked to join the WDI group. This was a spider's web of trouble. So the "T" team let things follow their course. One of the "T" staff was picked to be the representative of "T Street". Every one of the WDI folks was identified except for a few of the outer group people. The conclusion of this sting would be a month later. You see, WDI knew nothing of the nature of Project T. They only knew that they were indeed She Males and. "Johnathan's Room," it said. Mother openedthe door. "Oh how lovely," she said as she led me in.The smell of a freshly decorated room hit my nose as I entered. Thewoodwork had been painted a pale pink, the walls covered in pretty pinknursery wall-paper, the deep piled carpet a darker shade of pink tocomplement the rest of the decor. It was unmistakably a girl's room. Inthe centre of the room stood a large, pink wooden cot, under thewindow, which had pink curtains with nursery characters printed. Quickly Jessica joined in. It looked like a setup. The other girls were pretending to flash the boys but in reality they weren’t showing the boys anything. On the other hand Jessica was lifting her top and showing the boys her bra full of titties. As the boys shouted for her to remove her bra one of the other girls smiled and helped unhook the back of Jessica’s bra and the other girl helped pull it out through her armholes. When the boys chanted ‘show us your tits’ the other two girls stepped.