John and Helen didn't follow us, as Ronny Mackintosh showed me into a very plush drawing room.After firmly closing the door behind us he announced."Mr...Gilroy Jameson, milady!" Then followed that up with the words. "Mr Jameson, Lady Tanya Simpson!"I wasn't completely taken by surprise, although I honestly hadn't noticed the old lady sitting in the big wingback chair over by the fireplace. She stood, then smiled and held out her hand to me."Gilroy, I'm so pleased to meet you at last. I must. You're theone that will be showing off." "Maybe," she smiled, "but only if you stick it out for thethree weeks." "I'll manage." "Maybe," she repeated with a mischievous grin. "Now," she continued, "go strip off your clothes and go to thebathroom. We have to get you ready for your other clothes." "Ready? Bathroom? Just what do you have in mind?" I askedwith a combination of suspicion and growing concern. "You'll see. Wearing a woman's clothes takes preparation.That's part of the price, part. We were all in our mid twenties, years older than our innocent flirtations as teenagers. Taryn was like me, with the same sense of humor and the same no bullshit approach to life. We get along great, but I’ve never been attracted to her, not like her sister Meghan. They needed volunteers for some of their massage classes. I jokingly offered, in pure jest, but they both wanted to practice on me. Meghan always liked how strong I was, having played football and working out five days a week still.. . and I wasn't even there when you died!So ridiculous... just as Rudy was ridiculous! With all of his money, his disgusting inheritance, they lived as might animals... on the fringe of it all. Stupid wasn't it, father? Are you looking down at me from up there? Do you despise me? Am I a shame to you, Daddy?Momentarily, Virgin thought she was going to cry. Of course, it was the goddamned pot and the wine together that were muddling her emotions and backing them up on her! She wasn't going to cry;.