Grand Hotel in Postachbrez, figuring it sounded impressive. Save havin’ to hire a galley assistant. Cookie wasn’t that sure about her kitchen abil...ty, other than what she’d done with the fish, but when he showed her the works and pointed to a picture of a cake, she seemed to know where to start. He’d never tasted one with nuts and found it not bad. You can be a cook for years and still learn new ways.Cookie could have taken her to his bunk, there beside the galley; they probably thought he was. Setting us up to... to... Damn. I almost have it. But I'm positive he's not trying to trap us or anything. He want's Sarah to have you guys back in her life." Well, I'm not going to play his or anyone else's game anymore. I want my sister and... that's that. Are you going to help me finish this or not?" That's a stupid question," I said."Well?" Yes, I'm going to help you finish this, but not by kidnapp... " Fine. Then I'll do it myself," Joey said, turning to leave.I sighed, seeing he had his. "What? You're what," I asked, scarcely believing what Ihad heard. "I'm a transvestite, Jean, and you would havediscovered that soon if we kept going. I just had to tell you; Ifeel bad enough already that I deceived you this much." I still felt shocked, and more than a little angry, and I askedher/him, "but aren't you attracted to men? Isn't that why youdress like a woman?"She/he smiled sadly and answered, "no, not at all. Over 90% ofus, transvestites, I mean, are heterosexual; we just like. Just a little. …Ok, I said, but truthfully I was almost too impatient to even pretend to have to think about it. I wanted him inside me now. He laid me back on the sofa and I was so excited I could hardly keep still. He spread my legs wide and knelt between them, bringing the head of his erection to my entrance. He rubbed it against me, up and down, over my clit, making me throb in anticipation. Bracing himself with a hand on the sofa arm by my head he began to push his way inside me. It didnt.