"Wine and cheese, for the warrior princess...". She stopped,mouth open staring at me. "Shit Sam, you really look like Xena!" So long as I don't talk,"...I said, grinning as I turned to her. I justhadn't yet got the voice to sound good enough to fool anyone, really. Iwould have to be silent as much as possible, whisper a lot, and workhard on making it better in the week we had left."Wow, you're amazing. I...," she trailed off. I wondered at the almostwistful tone in her voice, but then she was. It would be nice to have someone to confide in, but I knew being treated as a girl by everyone would probably make this feel more natural in the end. My friend had arranged everything to make this day as painful as possible for me. As I silently thanked him for this, I thought to myself that I also owed him thanks for letting me be a part of this adventure. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would find myself in this situation. Every girl’s dream was about to come true for me. I would. "I'll be in the closet" I reminded her. "If anything seems not right, just say 'strawberry" and I'll be right here." I..." She seemed a bit nervous, "I... Don't know about this." You're my whore" I reminded her, "what else is there to know?"I then placed the lock so the the dorr remained partially open.Just then, a knock at the door. I slipped into the closet."Come in" she announced, a perfect choice of words, I thought. I heard him enter the room and say hello. I remembered him as being a bit. As he headed back toward the door, he heard his wife talking to someone on the phone. He hesitated when he heard her say, "He's gone. He left a little early. Shall we meet in the usual place?"He assumed she must be meeting one of her girlfriends for lunch, and again headed for the door, but stopped in his tracks when she exclaimed: "Oh, God, I hate that place!! It's nothing but a flea-ridden fuck motel. The beds are filthy and the walls are so thin, we can always hear our neighbors.