Jane told Mel she wanted to show her that Jane could handle the bad withthe good of being the wife, the female.Until right then Mel did not know how m...ch that throw away line annoyedJane. She told Jane that she would use the other bathroom and wouldstart to take this swap more seriously.While getting ready, Mel thought about if she was being too hard onJames about dressing. In the back of her mind she always thought thatone day he would just quit. She wanted to have children, and. .. setting up camp at the beach was a snap ... after we cleared it with the Federales.I took bids:Raise her, clean her, restore her.I met a lot of greedy people. The low bids had a contingency rider. Certain problems may arise. If so, the customer guarantees payment. That sort of thing.The higher bids didn't have rider clauses. I disappointed the scoundrels and hired the most reasonable of the high bidders."Mr. Valmaat," said the diver, as his helper unscrewed the brass helmet from the suit. So I looked to Madison, who was still in bed propped up on her elbow, facing the door. She looked full of anticipation and excitement. The door swung open, and an older woman entered the room. She was an East Indian woman in her late forties. Her dark black hair and thick eyebrows had sprinkles of grey in them. Her brown eyes studied me with an unnerving intensity. ‘Who is this?’ She asked, ignoring me and looking directly at Madison. ‘She was just leaving,’ Maddie said with a smirk that. She was a maid. She was Muslim. She was African.She thought about Benji, her old boyfriend, really, her only boyfriend.She thought about them fumbling with each other in his room, or inBenji's car. She was just a gay boy in those days; nothing much to hate.Now, she was inviting scorn.Was she nuts?* * *Saturday night, and the crowd at Diversions was huge. Men. Women. Maletrans. Women trans. Sissies. Mistresses. Everyone.Kalishia sat at table in the corner. Every now and then, someone.