" An old dyke, in her fifties maybe, smiled at me and I just walked by.I saw the woman I wanted, just as a dozen had probably decided they wanted me, ...aybe more than that because it was crowded and I was so young. They hit on me and I shook my head or walked away, or gave them a quick look before saying no. And I watched the one I wanted.She looked maybe twenty-eight at the most and she reminded me of Angela, with her soft brown hair and tight, compressed smile. She was playing pool with her. We had to be careful in the loft because we weren't supposed to be three. Judith's parents normally ran the place, but they had taken the night off. Her older brother was running the projectors, and her aunt was taking tickets and doing concessions. It was, though, the only place we could find some privacy."I think we could head home and use my room," Scott said."You said that before," I said. "Wouldn't Mom and Dad notice?" Not if we close the right doors," he said. "And we can park around the. Poor 'Tim' though. "Whatever...in for a penny, in for apound," he thought. "So, Tiffany, you really do have a beautiful face.As a pretty as any playboy centerfold I've ever seen." On cue, Tim wasnow known as Tiffany - and always had been as all his documentationchanged to make it so - and also had the kind of face that make menstop and stare. Of course, "Tiffany" was technically still a man. ButBill was having fun."Tiffany I think it's great when a girl like you wears a nice skirt toshow off. "Happy Birthday, Mr. McPherson. Would you like something to eat?" Haw, haw," Scooter tossed his hat on the table, lurched toward a chair, and adjusted his crotch. "I think we'll get around to having a slice of pie before we're done here, Sweetie."Elsa, dressed in a tight, skimpy dress and heels, served lunch. The men took turns pawing her body as she walked within arm's reach. Laughing and reminiscing, they finished their sandwiches and pushed back from the table. The bulge in Scooter's pants.