"Why thank you," Smiled Natasha, sliding her long pink nails through herhair before loading a few things in her purse. "But you should reallyget a goo... look at Miss Felicity all dressed up for her debut. She's ahead turner. Come on I'll show you."Natasha now took his hand and led him back into her bathroom as hequickly got a full view of himself. It was so hard to imagine only hoursearlier he was in his suit on his way to work, but oddly now he wasdressed in chic daytime attire.His poly-blend. He watched some football onher huge TV screen and ate her food. He had a shower and went throughher wardrobe. He found that she had as many male outfits as female. Hedidn't take notice of this too much and went back to the TV. He went onher computer and went on porn. Throughout the day, he thought about theamazingly vivid dream he had had the night before and couldn't stopthinking about it."Isn't it funny how sometimes dreams are so real, yet unrealistic?" hethought to himself.At 6:05pm, the. Are you game???Only if I don?t have to move my house again.??No, this is strictly an undercover job. Just you and the FBI. Just bring your necessary things and show up at the Memphis Federal building Monday of next week.??Yes Sir.?It was Thursday. I had to go to the court house and work with the D. A. I had a couple of days to get ready. I notified the office and the patrol captain that I was going out of the area for a while. I saw the knowing look. I knew that they knew I was just too. The other members of the gang were about normal height and sounded like locals when they talked—they used the typical Texas drawl. That was all we could get for descriptions, but the yellow bandana might be helpful.Alan and I thanked the tellers for their help, and we left the bank. We went to the nearest saloon for a beer while we discussed what we had learned. We both took a Mexican beer and sat down in a couple of chairs next to the wall. My tolerance for beer was getting stronger; I could.