Em bucked and kicked frantically; she couldn't open her mouth to scream, desperately twisting her head around, unable to break the vise-like pressure....The smell of prune syrup thickened the air; it was hard to breathe.Em struggled fiercely, but the weight of their bodies was too great, two already sitting on her arms and pressing down on her shoulders, one leg crushed under the weight of two more, one perched lewdly on her pelvis and trying to strangle her other thigh, another wrestling against. I had to chuckle at how we would look with that getup—we'd look like desperadoes!We left the gunsmith and went to a restaurant for supper. We stalled around over supper, so it was a bit late when we got to the hotel to get rooms. Wouldn't you know it—I was in luck, again. The hotel had only one room available, so Joe and I were going to have to share a bed! Joe was embarrassed and uncertain, but I told him to relax. I reminded him that I was a widow, so I had slept with a man, before. He was. "I almost can't blame them," I slipped out, "look at what you're wearing." Fuck off, prude," she elbowed me lightly as she responded, "I'm Wonder Woman." Barely," I said, laughing under my breath, "I wouldn't have known if you didn't tell me earlier." What? It's obvious, no one asked me who I was," she said defensively."They were probably too busy checking you out," I said, "I didn't even see the Wonder Woman logo on you." I've got it hanging on my top," she replied."Let me see," I said, then. " Jenny told her and as if on queueJason entered the room from the hallway. "It's okay." He told Rachel. "They're friends." After that the conversation broke into a frenzy ofwhys and where's. Jenny explained, as was confirmed byRachel, that they had been friends from before the epidemicand that Rachel had occasionally performed with her in NewOrleans. The two women embraced and with that revelation itbecame clear that Jenny was just like Rachel, Transsexual.They chatted for several minutes.