.. but a start in what? All hislife he'd been bigger, stronger, tougher than anyone else he knew... hismuscle had been his weapon of choice in any sit...ation. Now he waswithout it, what was he going to do?He was sitting contemplating that when something else occurred to himthat he'd missed at the time. The cop had called him "missy'... not onlyhad he not recognised Grant as himself, he hadn't even recognised him asmale.It was the way he was dressed, that was all. Grant told himself thatover and. And sure, I have a different set of rules for how I behave on the trading floor, compared to what I do when I’m out with Michael; that’s for sure.”“You mean, like walking around naked except for a collar and leash? That doesn’t cut it in currency futures, or whatever it is that you do?”“Yeah, mostly futures contracts, and no, the way you saw me Sunday night wouldn’t be such a great idea. Doesn’t quite go with my ‘kick ass and take names’ persona on the trading floor.”Both women paused. ‘Now ladies, the two of you are great Viking warriors. You are in a fierce and lengthy battle. Your swords will clash. Your helmets will fall. Even your leather outfits will be damaged and torn. And finally, we will have a winner who will immediately enjoy the spoils of battle,’ Mrs. Whitman told them quite enthusiastically. Natasha looked at her somewhat increduously while Emi was smiling. She could see where this was going. ‘Very well then, let’s begin. Photographer?’ she said as she clapped. And, I was going as Janet, and fromthe look on her face, mom meant it, so I simply quit fighting her andset the table.I can't say I was totally afraid, let's say I was very concerned when wewent into the mall. It took mom all of two hours to get what she said Ineeded. I had more panties, two more bras, three skirts and four blousesplus three dresses and two more pairs of shoes. We also bought moremakeup, so I would have my own mom said. On the way home she stopped forice cream, at my favorite.