Others arriving for the inspection took no note of him, they were mostly the younger up and coming, hoping to someday be knighted; for him, older now,...it was the joy of battle. He had no aspirations beyond the individual bouts, and as he began the process of donning his armor, he made mental notes of things he needed to change for the next time ... He stood for his inspection, and made sure he knew where he was in the list, before walking back to the cabin to leave the "stuff" behind. The cabin. "Martin crept back to the bedroom and I slipped down the landing to thefar bedroom where Sandie still slept. I knocked quietly on her door."Yes. Who is it?" It's Beverly," I whispered softly, "can we speak?" Yes of course. Come in."I slipped in and got straight down to business."I've got some news for you." Go on," replied Sandie."It's Martin. I think he's a transvestite." Oh come on. Lighten up." No. I'm serious. He's just come to my room with the others and he wasdressed as a girl." Are you. Thank you sir," as I gave her the five shillings, "we don't have as much sometimes in two days." "Wash your cunt my dear." She went out of the room, and came back saying she had washed it. I felt it, and she had. Then I talked for an hour with her.I was curious. "Tell me who first did it to you." "I shant." "It was a coster lad, your mother has told me." "She has not." "She has." "Yes it was a coster I knowed, he's been locked up for a row, and breaking windows,—he is seventeen." "When did he. He was in his mid twenties, and very mature and well mannered young man, he went on to tell us he alay's had two dream's . One was to be with a much older woman, as he went on to say he have never been with one even older than himself. His second was to be with a white woman, something he had also wanted in the worst way.We could tell he was sincere, guess when you have been in this game as long as we have you can tell the fake'sfrom the real deal and we knew without question he was the real.