" I know you probably hate me and I suppose I can't really blame you, but I need to talk to you and I need to ask you for a big favor. I can't do it o... the phone Rob; I need to do it face to face."I did not want to do it, but I was curious and it was a curiosity that would never be satisfied unless I met with her."When and where would you like to do this?" Are you home now?" Yes." I can be there in ten minutes." How do you know where I live?" Jerry found out when you renewed your driver's. They dug you out and brought you here. Juan found your insurance paper work." What happen" I tapped out."You don't remember? Oh my god it was a nightmare! We went to the building - the one that's being renovated - do you remember that much?" I had a vague recollection of it so I tapped the 'y'. "Y, as in yes? Ok. So, this irritant of a building manager - who has been fired by the way - tells us that he doesn't have time to show us the updates and we're in his way. Well, I asked if we could look. I watched him swallow a few times, then clear his throat. In a deep manly voice, he said, "My real name is Jack, and I would do ANYTHING to keep this job. My wife divorced me and took the kids, then I discovered some of her old clothes that she left when she moved herself and the kids out of my house. I was depressed that she left me, but curious about what it was like to dress as a woman, so I kind of played around with the idea for a few days before starting with putting on just a pair of her. ‘I’d hoped you wouldn’t follow me,’ she says, her words almost lost on the breeze. As she turns to me, I watch her small, upturned nose swing into view and then disappear, because the moon is behind her now. The shadows even make it impossible to see her eyes. ‘Why?’ I ask. ‘I can . . . ‘ Hesitating, she looks down at her hands which are tightly clasped in front of her and then back up. ‘I can feel you . . . wanting me.’ ‘I can see that,’ I say. ‘You should feel it, I mean. I’m sorry, but.