I certainly didn't haveenough cash to buy the regularly priced items. I wasn't going to dareto try using my credit cards as they had my male name on i.... I didn'teven have any ID, or anything proving who I was. The realization that Ihad no proof of who I was started to make me worry. I needed to figureout something to ensure I have access to my bank accounts and get adrivers license. I didn't even have a birth certificate, or socialsecurity number.I didn't have much of a choice about what. He dumped everything you could possibly think of about every topic I mentioned. My asking him about a wife or girlfriend really set him off.I was drinking also, so I don’t remember most of what he said about Mary, but my recollection is, it wasn’t nice. The few comments that I do remember had to do with her being a Woman, and Women were not capable of understanding the real world problems that a Man must deal with in the corporate world.A question about what types of problems he was referring. That's why Susan and I went there. He showed us two bodies that looked exactly like us, except they had the tattoo that DI Wilson — I mean this man here — was asking about." Jack was now realising that this wasn't a comedy act.A door opened and two men stepped in wearing black leather coats which were opened to show a variation of Wilson's uniform. There was a sense of power in their walk."Leave us!" one said authoritatively to Wilson."But, Herr Major, what if—" Wilson started to say, but was. Wandering over to his desk, I cleared off a space on the left side and slid up onto it, in a seated position, facing him.He looked at me."Finish up, I want to get out of here," I said.With a derisive snort, he went back to work. After a minute, I started to unbutton my blouse. He stopped working and watched me. Since my left side was facing him, he could see inside without my having to hold it open."Get back to work. I'm not paying you to stare at me."Another snort and he went back to work -.