The room was on the second floor of the two story building. There was heavy rust on the metal steps leading up to the concrete balcony, which ran the ...ength of the building."Why are you doing this," Reggie asked nervously. "This is the kind of place filled with hookers and drug dealers." No dear, that would be hookers and drug buyers," I said. "Dealers might come and go all night, but they would never invest in a room." Then what the fuck are we doing here?" she asked."We are here because you. She helped herself to hairbrushes and hair care products.She looked in the mirror and ripped off the stupid wool wig she was wearing and replaced it with the black bob. She adjusted it so it fit nicely and then brushed it out. She was very pleased with her appearance; she could quite easily pass for a Wren now at a short distance.Michele looked at herself in the mirror and memories returned and she daydreamed for a little while; reminiscing about herself crossdressed as she used to quite. I want you to know that besides being a phenomenal lover and a soon to be sister, more importantly you're a friend, and I need a friend right now more than anything." I know what you mean. Yeah, we're friends, and I need a friend now as much as you. Tell David about your fears, Nora. Tell him just like you told me. He'll understand. I promise." Maybe."They met in what looked like a well-appointed boardroom accessed through a rusted steel door from a dirty office in a warehouse owned by a mob. It was the sexist thing I had ever seen in my life (did that mean I was really a man?—no clue), but still. Who would pay that much money to sleep with someone? No one in their right mind, or at least someone with a ton of money. I couldn’t imagine being a “kept” woman, someone that is at the beck and call of someone else. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I walked into the living room and looked around. There were pictures of me with other people, some older,.