“Z sent me,” she said once she was alone with the owner in the store.“Oh yes,” he nodded. “You are quite different from how Z had described ...ou.”“How did you picture me in your mind?”“From the way he talked, you were like a Maureen O’Hara.”“Really,” she examined the gun. “You have a range here?”“Yes, right down stairs. I sighted it in for you and managed to erase any serial numbers,” Smith explained as he led her into the basement. “You can hang your parka over there.”“No thank you,” she. " Shewalked over to the door and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Larry." Can I ask you one thing, before I go?" Sure." Are your breasts real?"In answer, she flashed him. They sure looked real. Then she closed the door,giggling.---------------------"I've been on hormones for two years," she said to him over her coffee cupthe next morning. She had knocked on his door early and dragged him down toa diner for breakfast. "I've always wanted to be a girl. I started dressingin my mother's. Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am, actually, but I couldn’t help it. There she was, looking hot in her slinky little dress, pointing her perfectly manicured, lilac tipped finger at me, while she ranted on and on about some pointless nonsense. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich. "Mind you, Bill, old fellow, she's not half as good looking as I am! It will only be a pretty third grade knight who comes to her rescue. She could be in for very long wait indeed, poor girl!"The dragon sighed sadly at this. "I suppose so - but one has to start somewhere! A journey of a thousand miles begins with just a single step. And she doesn't look too bad, especially if the lighting is satisfactory and you view her from the right angle." With your eyes closed is the best way to look at.