"I pulled out my .22 and handed it to him. He obviously had no idea of proper gun safety, since he immediately slid his finger through the trigger gua...d so that he could have pulled the trigger by accident."Tony, never put your finger on the trigger unless you plan to shoot it right then." I took the gun from him and went through a full explanation of how to handle a gun safely.He looked pretty down after my talk, and I asked, "Tony, what's the matter?" The way I jus' screwed up, you'll never. "Occasionally he also does drag shows at a nice uptown supper club wherestraight people go to see 'a queer in gear' and get their little sexualkicks. You know, there are a lot of men out there who have fantasiesabout being with girls like us, but don't have the guts to cross over theline of convention. The poor bastards live their pathetic littlerepressed lives, fantasizing about having sex with a transvestite lover,or being one themselves, but they never have enough courage to explore. "Ah, it is good to see you up, Mr. Hamilton," she said. "Would you like something to eat?" Call me Jeremy," he said. "Give me something to hold me over until dinner. Iberians eat late in the evening, right?" There is a farmhouse cheese in the chilling unit and some fresh bread on the counter, I'll get you some," she said, putting down her paper."Don't bother," he said, changing his mind. "I don't need a personal servant any more; I do need an assistant and a bodyguard. Although I admit relying. ‘I drink too much,’ she said, as if that was the reason for her crying, as if she could fool him. ‘I worry about it.’ He came in and sat on the edge of the bed near her but didn’t say anything. Peggy passed her knuckles under her eyes, looking for tears. ‘I drink a bottle of wine a day, most days. It’s the only way I can get to sleep. Do you have trouble sleeping, Jack?’ He sat with his arms on his knees, looking at her. He shrugged. ‘No,’ she tried out a little laugh. ‘You never had trouble.