"Oh, him," she sniffed. "Yeah, I know that freak. He has dated me a fewtimes - among other girls at the club. At least he's got the goods - andknows h...w to use it." Freak?" I inquired tentatively.I instinctively feared for Susan's well-being, in spite of my anger at what she had done."Baby, they're all freaks," Dianna maintained. "Fine, upstanding, solid citizens, pillars of the community - until nobody is watching. They loveto get down 'n dirty like everyone else, more than most. They're. Someonewho probably would not want a romantic and sexual relationship with awoman. That thought brought a smile to her face as she headed towardtheir restaurant.Valentina pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and got out ofher small car. Julia was there waiting for her. She ran towardValentina and gave her a big hug before they walked toward the frontdoor of the restaurant. They walked together holding hands and Juliaasked, looking at what Valentina was wearing, "Why are you dressed. " Yes."She gave me a big hug, and asked me all about it. I told her everything,how long I?d been doing it, that it was a sexual thing, that I wasbisexual and had been with men while dressed up. She was so accepting andsupportive. I felt completely ready to go out.A few days before the party, I booked in for a waxing. I didn?t want tobe showing off a hairy chest in my dress, but also I wanted to be smoothall over.I was a bit nervous about the waxing but it went fine, and wasn?t allthat painful,. It was all so senseless! I spent all those years in prison and had my life taken from me by that psychotic bitch. Just so that she could shake me down for a few thousand dollars!And when her plan didn't work she took pleasure in having me put away for what she thought would be half of my life.I had to keep forcing myself to calm down. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to go across the street and beat her and her husband to death, and I wanted to take hours and hours doing it.I sat there seething.