”“Do you have your gun?”“No, I only take it when I am expecting trouble.”“We’re in trouble now, Edgar, and I know you’re a brave man b...t if he shoots you, he will have to shoot me, too, as a witness.”“All right,” I decided, “you stay here and I’ll gather the stuff from the master bedroom.”“No, Edgar,” she put a hand on my arm, “I’m lighter on my feet and quicker. I think he is only here to collect his rent from the barber and to make a cup of tea. He may not come up here and has no reason to. I knew he'd let me sit at the counter and wait out my stalkers.I knew all three of them from their rowdy visits to the diner-just a gaggle of street-toughs without enough brains between them to open a soda can. Together they fed on each other's quests for delinquency, rising to new highs of violent behavior when they were together and able to convince themselves of their "gang" status. I had fucked up earlier in the day. One of them came into the diner and insinuated how lucky I was that he was. But amazingly, I didn't feel like crying. I felt almost calm. My life was totally out of control and I didn't even seem to mind!I walked to my bedroom and plugged my borrowed white noise machine in. I turned on the surf sounds and made sure it still worked. I left it on and went to take a shower.When I returned to my bedroom I got into my sleep shirt and I started to pull on a clean pair of panties. I suddenly remembered that I couldn't wear underwear anymore and put the panties back in my. I thought how the magic spell had worked on the new Gary as he now wasable to play golf and even drive my company car.The new I, as Jessica would apparently be able to do play netball andballet, netball I could cope with as it seemed like basketball for usmen, ballet on the other hand seemed not right, and I was dreading it.Jane was very clever and knew me all too well and knew after the bodyswop I may rebel and tell Janet and John, my new mum and dad, I nowalso knew after the swop, that at any.