How does that sound to you?" Fine. I would like to start home by about half past three though so that we don't get caught in the Friday rush." Absolut...ly. If they can't have it ready for us by then they'll have to get it to us some other way. What are you going to do?" Oh, I'll go to my club. They're quite used to me turning up in a chauffeurs' uniform. I'll need your mobile phone number though. I can be with you within ten minutes of you ringing. It would help if, during that time, you could. He had to feel more of it,he had to try it on.He got undressed and looked at something in his size, putting thebeautiful red dress over his head and feeling like he was on top of theworld as it slid down his thin body. It was amazing, he felt like he hadtransformed into a new person and as he looked into an antique mirrorclose by he gasped then giggled at himself as he mistook his ownreflection for one of a girl who had caught him in the act.Toby got undressed and put the dress away, telling. In one hand swung her silver handbag. Opening it gave him a slash of guilt, it felt intrusive, but there wasn’t much there, just a slim black phone, a small purse, tissues and a lipstick. He knocked the door to the referee’s room and handed over the bag, minus the phone. Someone in the club usually had a charger, he could give it some power for her to call home once she felt better. Re-entering the club bar, he felt like hours had passed since he’d departed for home to catcalls ringing around. She sorted some laundry and started the machine. Then, she went to read a spy novel on the chaise lounge in her room.The time came to finish dinner. Coree walked through the door tracking mud. “Son,” she yelled. “Shoes!”“Aw, dang, ma! My bad,” the athlete begged forgiveness stopping in his tracks and removing his gold-on-black Nike Precision II basketball shoes.“Thank you, dear!”Coree was fairly well-behaved and dutiful. He grabbed the mop to clean up after himself. He inquired, “Are we eating.