’ I turned to leave, ignoring Felicity who had to run to keep up with me. ‘Wait!’ I ignored her. ‘You’re Grantley Benson?’ I ignored her a...ain. I had almost reached the door when suddenly I turned around. I had to face my fears and now seemed as good a time as any to do that, but was I strong enough? I walked back over to the bronzes in the corner and looked at them for several minutes, memories, painful memories, flooding back into my head. I reached for the smallest of the statues and lifted. Denise picked up her duffle bag and following an old bit of advice from her mother, held her head up, stood straight, and walked to her car with a purpose, ignoring that her breasts jiggled and bounced with each step she took in her stiletto-heeled sandals. Traffic was unnaturally light and Andrew, as he’d promised, was waiting near a bus stop when she arrived. Other than the unnerving feeling of having a purported gay man stare at her all but unconcealed breasts, the drive to the Villa Ronai. You know, you look positively obscenelaying there with the hose sticking out of your bottomand your legs spread and all that girl goo sticking toyour legs. I bet you can even feel my dick thru mypants underneath you, can’t you.”“I feels like the biggest one I ever heard of! Can yourub me some more?”“Well, we’re almost out of water. Why don’t you goahead and empty out all that water and I’ll give yousomething to REALLY remember this night. You lookjust like her and you are a good guitarist. And I heard you sing some ofher songs and you can do this. So get out of bed. You need to startpracticing with the girls and lean their songs more if you will beplaying with them in the concerts. You know they are releasing a newalbum next year and we are planing a big tour for 1977. Isn't that great.You will be doubling for Lita."My mind was in a whirl. 'Were they crazy?' How the hell was that going towork out? They wanted me to be a girl,.