"Hell, no! I've told you that a hundred times."Sue repressed a giggle. How could a guy who looked every inch a ladystand there, with a straight face... and deny that he was gay? shewondered."So here's your chance to prove it," Becky said, "to your parents andeveryone else." What do you say?" Sue asked. "Want to meet her? She's cute."Denise hesitated. She wasn't a fag, but she wasn't all that keen ondating a chick while she herself was in drag. Still, if she declined,Becky and Sue would have. It seemed that it was not Harriet’s smile that flustered Captain Trilby, for he was ready to smile back.“Another five to six hours tomorrow should see you there, Lady Carter. Are you planning to leave early?”“Why, Captain? Are you offering your protection?” Siobhan queried, not quite friendly.Trilby laughed at her.“If asked to escort you, I would feel honoured. However, to give truth the honour, the road to Armagh is quite safe. My accompanying you would be solely for my own benefit.”“Pray what. " Yes, I know, but I didn't want them to know I was like that."Sarah nodded. She tried to imagine Candy in a school-uniform while she said, "So I'm the only person who's seen you as Candy?" Candy said yes. After a pause Sarah said, "Candy, I've got to go to Sainsbury's this afternoon. Wouldn't you like to go with me?" Like this?" Why not?" Why not? One good reason. I'm a bloke dressed in a mini-skirt." So, no-one would know." But..." Don't but me. If you want to dress like that then you've got. Ezekial Patterson seemed ageless; tall, slightly hunch-shouldered, and he shuffled along with a slight limp. "Patch," as folks called him, was as much a part of the 300-acre river-bottoms as the fields, the willows, and the cottonwood trees. His best pal Purdy dressed all in black with a floppy black hat. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted with months of grime from living among his milking goats. He once.