But nah, she looked at me and even let her arms wave back to stay afloat, watching me as much as I watched her. Had a bit of that high noon appeal, on... of us had to draw first. I decided – no, it was decided for me really – to let the rest of my body sink into the water, after all there was no reason we couldn’t both swim there, right?Only then did it occur to me that we had not spoken a single word, an enchanted silence looming over us as I swam the first few feet into the water. She still. At length I came to the conclusion, knowing his idiosyncrasy well, that his fear was only lest anyone should know who the writer was; and feeling that it would be sinful to destroy such a history. I copied the manu*********** and destroyed the original. He died relationless. No one now can trace the author; no names are mentioned in the book, though they were given freely in the margin of his manu***********, and I alone know to whom the initials refer. If I have done harm in printing it, I. I had always known about my latenttransvestite tendencies but had been afraid to indulge them openly,even around the house. However, with my wife's encouragement at leastpantyhose had become acceptable. Now she was offering to extend the limits of acceptablecross-dressing, and I had to tightly control my urge to seem tooenthusiastic. "What do you mean?" I asked. "For your incentive, if you can lose ten pounds, and keep itoff for a full week, let's get you a full outfit of ladies underwear.In. " But what should I do?" Jack looked like he was about to cry again."I'd go shopping for a bra if I were you," said Helen."I can't go bra shopping. I can just imagine. 'Hello, miss. I'm here to try on bras.'" Jack shuddered with revulsion as he played out the scene in his mind. "I can't go out in public ever again much less shop for a bra. I might as well kill myself here and now."Helen knew Jack well enough to know he wasn't suicidal, but she realized he was going to have difficulties.