Brandi had lain awake, trying to hold on tothat feeling of contentment, but it began slipping away and the fearreturned. For the first time since the ...ransformation she had allowedherself to be a woman, completely and eagerly, and the memory of how goodit had felt frightened her. One more piece of the man she had been hadslipped away, but should she even be trying to hold on to it? For betteror worse, she was Brandi now; she could never go back.There were more complications as well. She knew. His gaze was on her knees briefly as she pushed at the hem of her skirt. "Is it something I did, Willie?" She didn't really need this job--but it paid enough to provide all of hers and Phil's groceries and liquor."What have I done--or do you think I've done?" Mavis demanded, fright worming into her mind."It appears, Mavis," Willie began slowly, "that there is a shortage in store funds. It appears, Mavis, you have been--shall I say tapping the till? I hate to say it, sweetie, but that's what it. We went to a good little sports bar I frequent that’s just about in the center of town, and only a few minutes from my place. After we got to know each other a bit, we exchanged numbers and I showed her some of the cool things she might be interested in. As the day was winding down, I brought her to a decent place that was a little nicer than the sports bar for dinner. We talked and got to know each other a bit. Finally, after making plans to get together that weekend so that I could show her. I wasn’t drunk, but the room was a little unsteady. The doorbell rang again.“Keep it in your pants!” I shouted, “I’ll be there in a second, goddammit!”“Henry! Be nice!” Hannah scolded from the kitchen. I opened the door with a scowl. Darrel saw me and stepped back nervously. He looked like he didn’t know if I was going to hit him or shake his hand. I did neither. I watched him up and down. He was a skinny mother fucker, and not very tall. What the fuck did Hannah see in this little prick? I.