The man at the bar with the bills slapped his thigh and laughed hysterically. I didn't know what to do. The bartender came over and tried to politely ...scort me outside, but as he reached out to me I pushed him and he fell flat on his back and I rushed past him to the bar."Hi, sweetheart," The bastard said as I approached him."Asshole," I screamed, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him of his bar stool. There was a clash as the other customers tried to scurry out of the bar. "I ought to. Then at her suggestion I had her do hispubic hair so that it appeared more like a famales would look.One saturday I took him into to an underground clinic wherethey altered his vocal cords so his voice was made higher andsofter.Now don't think that this was all that was happening. Rightfrom the first week of my plan I was making him wear panties andnylons full time, even under his normal clothes and when he washome I was forcing him to wear a bra, slip and either a dress orskirt and blouse.In. A little young for you, I think. But that does give me an idea. What are you doing this Saturday afternoon? You need to free up the day, and pick me up at the Hotel Felix in Cambridge Saturday mid morning. Have I got a day for you!"They adjourned to a restaurant in Swindon for a celebratory lunch, and Jeff raised his glass to thank them for their cooperation and to wish the new venture good fortune. He was back in his hotel room in London by mid afternoon and immediately placed a call to. Lena and I will stay out all afternoon leaving the rest up to you. How does that sound?’ Jo smiled, ‘I get the whole afternoon with him?’ ‘The whole afternoon.’ ‘If you can’t sort him out in that time you’re not the Joanna I know,’ I said laughing. Mike was looking at us both quite pensively now, looking from one to the other as if he was trying to decide something. ‘What is it Mike,’ I said smiling. ‘Oh nothing,’ he said, ‘nothing. Just thinking,’ and he smiled at me. ‘Let’s go out for dinner.