We had special harnesses called STABO rigs that we wore to support our weight. We also practiced rappelling into an LZ to small to land on.Free rappel...ing from a helicopter wearing a sixty pound rucksack was my definition of the exact opposite of fun. And while I was dangling under the helicopter flying a couple of thousand feet above the jungle at eighty miles an hour, all I could think about was how well I'd put on my STABO rig and how old was the rope I was hanging from. I was not looking. Remember? You're daily doses of feminizing hormones must begoing to your head for you to want to go around kissing other men, butit's still not my cup of tea, so keep your distance! Your change inappearance is necessary for your protection, because you're still notout of the woods.Your abductors may track you down through me, and I have to assume theywill eventually, so you have to look completely different than before.You certainly do look a lot different now! We'll have to dress. Then it dawned on me: I was using weapons that Hippolyte was intimately familiar with, so her muscle memory was using her training to follow the simple commands that my mind was issuing.I guessed from that idea that I could handle any of her familiar weapons if I just had to do the simple things, but I was well aware that I still needed more training before I could perform in a duel. That required strategy way beyond my current experience. Number one, I hoped that I would never be in a position. Mike’s House, Bryanston6:51am, Friday, November 16, 1979“Do you want me to come to your band competition, Mike?” my mother asked as I was making headway on a stack of pancakes and a large side of bacon.“If you’re good with seeing your sixteen-year-old boy playing naked with three equally naked girls, then sure,” I replied before shoveling in another mouthful of breakfast.“Well, if you win this thing ... or come in second, all of Canada will be seeing you and the Bandettes in the all-together,”.