A short time ago it had been midnight and they'd given the news, a long with the weather report."Today, Monday, was to be a beautiful day. No rain. No...smog. Lots of sunshine." And I still didn't have a client. But I had Honey.After she'd made the telephone call from Nora's house, we'd all assembled in the front room. It was Honey who brought out Nora's clothes, as well as her own. I just sat there, holding the automatic, watching as they got dressed.It was a reverse strip tease. Very. So it was that a few minutes after the bell, Alfred approached the chair and said, "Master Bruce, there is a Miss Pamela Stevens here to see you. She attends the same High School as young master Grayson, and would like to speak to you."Bruce set his paper down and stood while saying, "Thank you, Alfred. Would you please show the young lady in?"Without another word, Alfred nodded and turned to go back to the alcove. Moments later, Bruce saw him coming back into the living room with a young lady. First, *she* led, signalling with pressure of her hands, or her hips, or her body. That inflamed me further, just as it made me even more uncomfortable. Something was slipping away, something was getting revealed, and I was beginning to feel extremely vulnerable. She danced me female, is what she did. She was wearing high heels, tall ones -- maybe the ones she had bought for the all-black costume. She'd told me once she didn't like them. Since I had taken off my shoes to change, and left them. Drew was waiting for the bus to go home shortly after 5:00, like he does every weekday. He was looking forward to the upcoming Christmas and New Year's holidays next week. Women huddled together waiting for the bus, not for warmth from the December cold, but to protect themselves against rapists who had every legal right to take one of them against their will for a moment's pleasure. Invariably, some man would approach one of those huddled women anyway, and they would go off together and enter.