Cal gently pushed his friend toward the makeup table where he attempted to bend him at the waist, but Cal felt resistance."What's wrong?" Cal asked."I...don't want a girl to fuck me I want a man," was John's answer.Cal headed to the bathroom where he found all the cleansers needed to remove his makeup. He removed his wig and lingerie and then scrubbed his face. His male side seemed to magically reappear. Then grabbed a bath towel and returned to the bedroom where he found John leaning against the. He sighed. "You may." I have nothing to clean the bathroom with." I slurped after this sentence."You told your parents you were staying at a friend's tonight as you usually do, didn't you?" Yes, Master." I again didn't know what he was getting at, but was sure it would be clear soon enough."And as usual they made you bring your toothbrush with you, yes? So do I have to spell the rest out for you? Clean my toilet with your toothbrush, you stupid whore. Jesus Christ. I'm surprised you aren't in. I told them about the murders and what group was being targeted. The fact that I had to go undercover and had to become one of them. They knew I was a detective or something of that nature, but no one had briefed them on who I really was or where I was from. Seems they had heard of me.Several of the guys chuckled and asked me if I was enjoying myself. ?Listen asshole, you try doing what I am doing. This equipment and the necessary items I have to get used to using are killing me. I have. “We are coming up to the Res,” I said, “there is a car park.”I knew that because there were also a half dozen stone shelters with rough benches in them, I knew them well, “Going to feed the ducks at the Res” was a common expression at school. I had always noticed a few cars parked up too but until this moment it had never dawned on me that they were there for the same reason as the huddled occupants of the shelters.Obediently James guided his big purring car into the gravel car park, it was big.