" The journalist is more concernedwith being outed than in surviving the leap, thinking, as she jumps, "Ihave to risk jumping! God, I hope nobody re...ognizes me!"The second issue divulges the journalist's secret identity: "A closettransvestite, Mark Preston is the. . . Fashion Reporter." This issue'scover story is "Murder on the Runway," the plot of which has Mark dress"as a model to solve a mystery." (Wait! Is this Fashion Reporter orUndercover Crossdressers?)The third issue presents Mark. "Again, she did as she was told and placed the pointed end directly in front of her heart."Cassie, look me in the eyes, look me directly in the eyes!"She made eye contect with me and our sights were locked in. I wanted to see the look in her eyes for what she's about to right now!"With all your might Cassandra, SHOVE THAT BLADE INTO YOUR HEART!"She shoved the blade towards her about halfway into her chest as the blood started to gush out from the wound. Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth. Then he crossed our hands behind me as he kissed me long and deep, pressed so tightly against me, I almost couldn’t breathe. In a really good way.As soon as he released my hands, they found their way to their new home, tangled in his hair. He feathered kisses down my neck to my collarbone, and my breath caught in my throat. Ven smiled against my skin, knowing this was my sweet spot. I felt his hands as they kneaded my feet. He bent his head and left a trail of kisses across the tops of my. He's got a place up north a'Morristown, near that big lake."Ginny grabbed my hip, rolled me over and just about tore my root off as she satisfied herself with many wild leaps and rapid plunges, roaring out her pleasure and them collapsing on my belly and chest while I tried to remember to keep breathing."When?" I asked, after a bit."Today, right now, soon as you can, 'fore she starts doing stand-up swiving out there with every ensign and farmboy she can get her hands on." What's her uncle gonna.