"He kept posing in front of the mirror."You could make them a bit tighter here," he said, pointing to the spotwhere his thigh met his butt."Sure," I s...id and kneeled down in front of him."I´ll just take the seam in a bit here," I said, pinching the denimtighter. My fingers were brushing his butt muscle."Yeah, that´s better," Scotty said. His voice had turned a bit husky.I fastened the last pin and started to get up, when I felt his hand on myshoulder, pressing me back down."Scotty, you can take. " Well hello Martin, and thanks for the coffee. I didn't get a chance to refill my thermos," I said."Nada, so how you liking our little coal mine," he said."Well I have done worse things to stay alive," I said playing along. Martin wanted to be a tough guy, I decided instantly. Sometimes I did that and was very wrong but most of the time I pegged them pretty good. It might have been because he looked like a gym rat that I thought that as well."So what you do when you ain't making pictures?" he. Mum led the way, opening the frontdoor to the wide world. As happy as I was inside, being outdoors in suchfeminine finery suddenly made me feel unsure. Although outwardly stillsmiling for mum's sake, I thought, why should I feel uneasy? Lookingdown, seeing my dress, my hairless arms and newly painted nails, Irealised that these weren't my normal clothes, and I was really a boy.But I loved being dressed this way, it was so lovely, feeling and lookingfeminine.Sitting in the car, on the way to. My well place fist drove the air out of Wiley's lungs and paralyzed his diaphragm for a few seconds. Wiley bent over, trying to catch his breath; just the result I had intended.I slid my jacket aside, let my Glock show and put my hand on the butt of the gun. "Hey Wiley, I've heard all about how crazy you are ... well, I'm a little crazy too. We're just having a good talk here," I continued. "Why don't you stay for awhile?" Wiley looked at my pistol from his bent over position and then into my.