She didn't want to believe it, but it was nowobvious that she looked closely at her face and saw him under themakeup."What's going on, I don't underst...nd?" Malcolm chipped in."Say hello to your son, Malcolm," Ms Thornbury said calmly.Both Malcolm and Cherry stared at him, his kitten heels, the darknyloned legs, the puffed out velvet skirt with lace trim, the bodyhugging yellow top, the chest, BREASTS!, red finger nails, the brightred lips and smokey eyes, high arched brows, earings and dark. ?" He winked at us and closed the door. "Wow! That was lucky!" I gasped. "Aw, I wasn't worried," he said, stroking my chest. "You weren't? Having your folks walk in?" "Wonder why they came back so soon? Anyway, I wasn't realworried because...you know the gay mag we looked at? Well, onenight it wasn't there. I figured Mom found it and threw itaway. But the next day it was back at the bottom of my stack.She wouldn't have done that, so..." "Your dad!" "Freaky, hunh? Musta taken it for. When I was close enough, the gloved hand reached through and closed around my upper arm, gently but firmly guiding me through the seam and onto the other side of the tarp, to where a portion of my old workspace had been partitioned off to fascilitate the building of a new bathroom. I looked around the little tarp-walled room, the concrete saw stood abandoned for now with its blade wedged in the floor, and there was a table built out of sawhorses and thick steel door that used to hang in a wall. " We've known each other for years!" Robert protested in a loud voice. "Our families have done business together for decades." Hmm," Regan mused. "Well, apparently you didn't make much of an impression. I hope you enjoy your evening."She directed Andy away from the stunned Robert Holmes, whose hand was still outstretched in front of him and his mouth agape."That was pretty harsh," Andy noted as he looked back over his shoulder."He's an asshole," Regan said through clenched teeth."Still... ,".