She handed me the cup and started walking back to the kitchen. As she walked past me, I turned back to admire her. I couldn’t help notice her maroon...bra strap sliding out of her blouse on her back. I don’t know how to tell her. I was too afraid to point it out. She started talking to me from the kitchen, she told me she was going to her new job at her friend’s saloon.I was very happy for her. It had been years since she had that smile on her face. Her energy was high. She was all rushing to. "The thing that gets me," she mused Wednesday evening, "is that Walter isn't a quitter. Neither is Bobby, and it's his whole life on the line here. Walter has to know where you work, so where is he? Why isn't he hanging around for another try at you?" I don't know, sugar," I said. "Maybe he and his boss both figure it's a lost cause by now. I mean, I've had over a week to dig out that flash drive and give it to the Feds, and they probably think I've done it. Who knows? They took their shot at. I considered going back, and after short deliberation, I decided to do exactly that. I finished my bath, dressed in new set of clothes, and walked there, though I wasn't exactly sure where I even found it to begin with; I didn't pay attention to the street, or anything. I feared that when I got to the place, it wouldn't be there anymore. That's usually what happens, doesn't it? Sometime during the night, I found it, and smiled. The lights were off. I knocked, but no one answered, and I realized. Well...he searched for a hole in what they'd said. Theywere right. He had been living as a woman. What had changed? He had to sitto pee? He'd been doing that. He...well, he...finally he surrendered; therewas no difference to his life except that now he could get laid. I don'twant to have sex with a man - he thought, but there was a certain twingein his belly somewhat below his stomach. It was not unpleasant. He wasstill searching his reasoning when another inter-office envelope came. Itwas.