" Then she smiled."So how much are we talking about?" When I whispered it in her ear,she said, jokingly. "Maybe we should call Perry."-------------...----------------We stood at the doorway of the Crown Prosecution Service building. Itwas a newish modern building at the foot of the Southwark Bridge. Nomatter how times we had been here since this started, I never lost thefeeling of nausea.Matt squirmed in his shirt and tie. "I really don't want to be here,"he said.Fi gave his hand a squeeze.. Instead, they were a flat knitkind known to me as RHT or reinforced heel and toe nylons - the kindwomen wore in the 1940s and 1950s. I knew this too because, well, Iwore them every day as well.You see, I am a life long crossdresser. In particular, I had beenwearing my mother's (and later sister's) high heels and stockings everysince I could remember. My mother loved to dress in vintage dresses andnylons and had a huge collection of girdles, garter belts, stockings andhigh heels that were. .."Bit tight on top maybe" David unconsciously said out loud as he feltthe fabric and cut of the Checkout Supervisor's smart navy blue suit.After a quick check of his watch and, seeing that he still had at leastforty minutes alone in the store before his night shift colleaguesreturned from their outside 'lunch' break he set about fulfilling hisperverted sissy ambition.He still couldn't believe the luck of his opportunity as he slipped thefitted jacket off of the hanger and carefully draped it. As it was, Zoe was well behind with her studies.Brigadier Walker’s people sucked our kingpin dry, and he ‘disappeared’. I don’t know – don’t want to know – the details. All she said was, “He got drunk and fell overboard from the ferry to Holland.” Over the next few weeks there seemed to be a rash of fatalities; a Government Minister had a fatal heart attack, as did several senior officers from East Anglian constabularies – Suffolk, Norfolk, Essex and Cambridgeshire were all affected. There were.