“How about we start with ‘Time is Tight’; Mike, Don, you know that, I assume? Between the three of us we can work out an arrangement where the t...ree of us are playing together. Ian, you can follow what Phil does. Now, how will we do ‘Good Times’?”We worked out arrangements for the two songs, and decided to give it a try. Mary Beth had a tape cued up to record; we all took our places, and I looked around, making sure everyone was ready. I told the others just how we indicated when we would. Spencer and Branon go out in a prototype wetsuit, designed to withstand extreme cold temperatures and a compact rebreather each. The swim to the oil platform goes smoothly. Other than the ice cold water biting at their faces, they stay relatively warm. Upon closer inspection the agents learn the platform was a semi-submersible platform. Typheryian obviously doesn’t plan to remain there forever.The climb up one of the platform’s legs proves to be a bit of a challenge compared to the swim over.. Alyssa, worried. Tina and Jane awing and cooing over her. The camera crew, curious question marks of studied indifference. And Dez looked at herself, and smiled. She smiled, because it was suddenly, very, very clear. She looked ridiculous. She made about as ugly a femme as could be, ugly enough to make her want to cry, if she didn’t know she looked so damn handsome as a butch. The clothes were wrong. The makeup looked silly, clownlike. Her hair, awful. The entire package was laughable. She. I wan't particularly interested in any of the girls so started to drift off. I was going to go home but ran into his older sister in the kitchen. She had a great figure for a girl just out of high school. She was a woman of the world as I looked at it as she had been to San Francisco and gone to art school for a year. We sat and talked for a while and she told me of a story about going to a party there and having too much to drink. The boys were real interested in her and pretty soon she ended.