At that point I'd havebet that I'd have fooled just about anybody, but Mrs. Wilmington wantedto take it further. First came my hands and feet. Or ra...her, mymanicure and pedicure. She promised that the nail polish would be washedoff, but the effect on my fingers and toes were entirely feminizing. Inever thought of my hands or feet as masculine or anything, but they wereboth distinctly feminine now. And even with the polish occasionallywashed off, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind..... Thirty minutes later he was still waiting. A frisson of anxietycurled in Holmes' chest as he considered the possibilities. Quickly, he made his way to the back of the small storefront shopand located its delivery entrance. Holmes carefully tested thelatch and found the door unlocked. Silently, Holmes pushed thedoor open and slipped inside.He didn't notice a fine gossamer thread breaking as the doorfinished its opening swing. The back of the shop was deserted, but a dim, thin arc of. Ferraris, Beamers and Mercedes occupied all the available nearby spaces. The surrounding streets, too, were all full, and the gathering at Thompson's home was the reason. His brother had died, the funeral had been held earlier that day, and now anyone who was anyone in the city's legal community was at Thomson's home."Actually, he was my half-brother," said Thompson for the umpteenth time. "After my parents divorced, my mom re-married. She had me not long after that. Frank was two years older.". " She looked pensive. "I can't help feel like I am betraying all those wonderful people who have to wake up every day to terror and hardship. This," she swung her wine glass around, "this seems a little sybaritic for my taste."David replied, "Liz, I understand. I am not British, but I still feel a sense of guilt about all the blessings of my country." He thought for a moment, "I would love to come back with you, but I am sure I will have to return to my position on General Eisenhower's.