"Iris!" she exclaimed again happily. "This is nice ... and James?" her eye brows went up in surprise.She led them into her apartment, and once the doo... was closed, Iris explained."I missed your text earlier, and when I tried to call you – and you did not answer I got worried ... why didn't you answer?"They sat down in Laurie's living room, and Laurie blushed guiltily. "I was in the shower; I didn't even hear my phone." Oh, well anyway James was with me – at the office, when you did not answer. Her once porcelain face was now lined and creased with deep wrinkles. They lift in a smile when she sees me. ‘Hello Martin. Come on in. I haven’t seen you in ages. Thank you Teresa.’ ‘Your welcome Ms Rose.’ The attendant left after giving me a smile. I turned back to see Rose looking at me with a lifted eyebrow. ‘Well Martin I may be old but I still know at least two things. You’re a handsome young man, and I don’t have a grand nephew. Martin or other wise. So who are you then?’ she asks me. It was the happiest night of his life, and its memory made his heart rejoice even as it broke with the knowledge that it would never come again.Donetta was accompanied by a servant, to whom she now spoke. "This is Dominic. He will be living with us, in the Count's personal quarters. Please show him the way, and see that he has everything he needs."And, Dominic, I will see you in my own quarters in two hours. Please be prompt, for I am a busy woman." With that, she smiled again and took her. It was a popular meeting place for "girls." Trannies who liked other girls, trannies who preferred women and girls who were seeking for the ultimate tranny accessory - a boyfriend who would take the traditional place of the husband. After all, if you were being transformed into a woman, the final additional extra would be a man. Napoleons was a comfortable watering hole, seductively lit, with deep seated black leather sofas, where closeness could be achieved without disturbing the mix of gay.