Consider it my gift to you.”“But I don’t have anything to give you.”“Remember, Braden. ‘Tis better to give than to receive.”Braden jumpe... off the coach and Tim showed him the bathroom. Tim poured each of them another drink and booted up his notebook computer. Braden emerged wearing a shoulder-length blonde wig, a pink mini sweater dress, and black spike heels. The sweet smelling perfume tickled Tim’s nose.“I fixed us another drink,” Tim announced handing a glass to Braden.“Thanks, Tim,” Braden. He is always, in her recollections, lying in bed, waiting for her, a presence, a grief, an ache. But in fact, he had never once waited for her in bed, being occupied during the late hours, in his favorite chair, always reading the bible. She must, she thinks, get that part right… he had never awaited her. But what was his name? What was his name? Her husband’s name? A suppressed pain. Fear. There is something careless about this kind of forgetting, something unpardonable, a great guilt. Her. The final touch was to drag a blanket from between the mattresses down to my neck to fully cover my body. Yes, if one really wanted to know who was there we couldn't hide my identity but that's part of the fun for everybody involved.I swear I laid there for days. Despite my initial raging erection I even managed a nap waiting for the first women to arrive. I could hear voices, laughter and the occasional hoot and holler. Finally, the bedroom door opened and I heard Laura's voice."Ladies this is. Used to the stares, Kate settled in to enjoy the ride back to base. It was just another successful day on the job for RepliKate, valiant copycat superhero of the International Alliance. "Another job well done RepliKate. You've just saved the lives of the hundreds of thousands of people who were under the thumb of that deranged warlord." Her department chief had a proud smile on her face as she congratulated her."Only doing my job, ma'am."Kate was currently replicating her official IA uniform,.