“what's up lil bro” “Just lay there and don't move---don't move a muscle, ok”? I respond with “aight dawg” After a couple of minutes, Dus...in returns to the doorway with the polaroid, and snaps a couple of shots. He walks over to the coffee table, fanning the pics, and lays them and the camera down. Then taking a seat on the table, resting his elbows on his knees, and looking me str8 in the eye, “Do you really know just how fuckin perfect you are”? I flash a grin at my lil bro and just say. Sister Angelique washed up from a shallow pan set out on the back bench for the passengers and she watched the young bride make her ablutions with a dainty air of unconcern. Sister Angelique was unhappy with the fact that she was numbingly frightened by the Indian incident and yet this young girl was oblivious to all except the lips of her new husband.The drummer steered clear of both of them not wanting any grief from Kid or the husband. She saw the Kid digging out some fresh rounds of ammo. Her cheeks were hollow, ones that belong to someone that hadn’t eaten for a month. Her lips, though painted red, appeared to be dry, parched. I tried to smile and got off a weak ‘Hello’ in return. ‘Can you help me?’ she asked. It was strange as my body began to response to her before my mind did. My heart began to beat quicker. My mouth became dry. ‘With what?’ My voice cracked nervously. ‘I’m lost and can’t find my way home.’ Her tone was sad. I could feel her grief, her wanting to make it. And the uniform! - although smart enough to give a professionalcorporate image, just screamed out to him a sense of lowly servitudewith the cheap materials and faceless nature and immediateidentification as 'just' a checkout girl.David was a crossdresser and, being single dressed fully at home asoften as possible. This unfulfilling double life had been taking it'stoll and, in addition to mentally noting every detail of his femalecolleagues attire he had also quickly taken the step to wear.