It contained the names and addresses of more people with whom I needed do follow ups. I had one email from a person unknown. I almost deleted it, but ...ecided to check it out first. Hell, I might have won some sweepstakes, I thought with a laugh.'Hello there, just a hi from the Irishman.' The first line read. I smiled even though I didn't want to. I have a present for you in the mail. Enjoy and I'm keeping an eye on you." I'm glad someone is," I said to the empty room. Well Gwen would be. The dealer had just emerged and now gave a lugubrious smile. He didn't have to sell a lot of cars to make a profit and two to the same customer on the same day would be quite a windfall. He clutched his hands behind his back. "Would you like to show Josh which car you want to try? He'll be happy to bring it out to the track for you."Quad looked at Corvus, who gave a faint smile and a nod. The centurion practically bounded into the showroom."And the Shark?" the dealer asked. "How did you like. It was then that the "what ifs" started. What if he bought a pair ofhigh heels, just to see what they felt like? What if he bought an outfitto go with the shoes? What if he bought a wig to give him a femininehairstyle? What if he bought makeup to see how good he could look as awoman?There was only one way to find out and, being home a lot while his wifewas at work, he had plenty of time to experiment. What he found outsurprised him; the sexual urges he once felt from dressing in. Saying her goodbyes to the handful of well-wishers, the newly elected Elizabeth Blackwell headed for the residence upstairs, followed by her Secret Service detail. His name was Roger Quinn. Handsome, black, and still very fit, he had played lacrosse at Syracuse where he attained all-American status. He had also gained the reputation of being an all-American in the bedroom. Rumor had it that he was hung like a horse and knew how to use it.Elizabeth's husband Robert, still getting used to his.