The mister fancy pants was Myron, who waited patiently for the young boyto climb into the carriage."I suppose I could give you a hand," he said as he ...ifted Charlie into thecarriage. "I am still very surprised by this. Madame Windham has been verywithdrawn. I don't know why she's taken a liking to you."Charlie smiled. He didn't know either. He had no idea what was ahead ofhim. Maybe Madame Windham was a taskmaster. Maybe she was his guardianangel, a way out of the slum life. He was treating it,. It went far beyond my fondest expectations. Now I knew that some sort of life-changing experience was about to take place. It was hard to think rationally because my mind was overwhelmed with the implications that she had been wearing nothing under that skirt. Was this normal?How often did she do that? Had I been missing out on the added titillation from knowing that her coochie was bare under those frilly miniskirts she usually wore at the office?“Well, don’t just stand there and slobber over. After a few moments, the clerk who was playing solitaire at the counter said, “I can let you in the other one if you want,” and came out and directed me to a second restroom around the corner. He explained that they keep this one locked for female customer use, but opened it up for me.After I finished my business and washed up, I exited and noticed that the browsing customer there before had left and in his place was a not-very passable, but pretty sexy, cross-dresser. Presumably she was the. I received a call from my former employers and was complimented on my silence. I was warned that my health and that of my family depended on my continued silence. There was a hint that I might be able to find work with them, although nothing that sounded completely legal. I also found that my accounting license was being challenged. Last but not least I found that I was being kept under surveillance by what I assumed was the Drug Enforcement Agency.All that would have been hard enough to.