I was already halfway there. Betsy knew about mom and seemed willing for now at least, to accept it. I decided to talk to Betsy on the way to work tha... morning.The moment we'd turned the corner at the end of our block, she slid over next to me and put her arm through mine."How are you feeling?" I asked."I'm a little sore. You were the first in a long time." She hesitated, then asked in a tiny voice. "Was I good enough? As good as..." She stopped, looked at me, afraid of my answer.Emotion. ‘Six hours to live.’ ‘We’ve made it this far, right?’ Gabriel asked, mustering a smile. The other two privates regarded him, and the smile faltered. ‘I know,’ he said quietly. ‘I know.’ ‘Goddamn the General Staff,’ Grady said to no one in particular. ‘Sitting thirty five miles behind the line in some goddamn French villa, sipping their tea, while we lot get slaughtered every day. Up over the steps, lads! For England! For King and Country!’ He spat on the ground, and took another long drag. . He told me to relax as he kissed me deeply. I had 2 Pakistani teenagers feeling me up and it felt so good to have their hands roaming all over my body. Abdul & Naseem also came over and crouched down in front of the sofa and starting stroking my stocking covered legs. Abdul grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet before promptly pushing me down to my knees. All 4 lads stood around me and frantically discarded their jeans and boxer shorts and revealing their brown cocks. Bashir wasted no time. I'd been strutting around in a short a****l print dress and platform heels, admiring myself in the mirror and occasionally walking around outside my room in the motel parking lot. There was a convenience store/gas station next to the motel, and I kept walking over toward it, daring to be seen by people filling their tanks, etc. Late that night I decided that I just had to go over to the store and buy a pack of cigarettes. I knew the clerk would know that I was a man in drag, but I dared myself.