"Twelve, thirteen years," he said. "The puritans want toclose us down, but they'd have to get their elders off the dance floorfirst. No one likes tran... girls as much as the Rotarians."I grinned. Gregory was called to the opposite side of the bar. I satalone, watching the crowd A tall black woman. A pudgy red-head. Twobrunettes. Were they all like me? Were they all here to embrace alifestyle that had teased them and beckoned their entire lives?I looked at the men. There was a very, very tall. “Hi baby, you looking for a good time?” She asked. “No. I’m looking for something new.” Said Terry. “What do you mean?” She asked. “look im going to get straight to the point, I want to become you. A whore.” Said Terry. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Terry reached in his pocket and pulled out a big wad of hundreds. “I’ll give you all this plus more if you switch clothes with me and make me look exactly like you.” Said Terry. “Why?” Asked the whore. “look either yes or no.” Said Terry.. As smart as she was, she bought into the illusion. But Elaine the unfaithful wife wasn't the role of a criminal mastermind. That was the problem, infidelity was not like plotting a bank heist. It was getting excited over switching lipstick shades when your spouse was color blind.A twitch in his back announced the loosening of clenched muscles. He heard the air-conditioning kick in, a muted, far away car honking and the distant but annoying car alarm.He'd almost hit Elaine. If he had almost done. Sheis smart and pays attention to details. She picks up little things,like word choice or the little part of a tattoo which is sticking outfrom the cuff. Pam is also discreet; she waited to ask about the tattoountil it was only me and her.I felt it was a way to bond with her so I told her the story aboutdressing as Tinkerbell for Halloween. I know, PD, I have been bringingup that story a lot, but I have been sharing a lot. She thought thatwas so nice of me. I showed her some pictures and she.