I didn't say anything."So you're living as a woman, Annie?" she said. "I talked to Molly. Shetold me you were into cross-dressing as a domestic." Well... cross-dressing isn't totally correct, Jenny. "I'm dressing as amaid. Well, that's just as bad, isn't it?"Jenny laughed."I don't care, honey. The world is filled with transvestites. It figuresI would know one of them. Even if it's my brother."I sat on the couch. I crossed my legs, a feminine gesture. I stuck aloose strand of hair back where it. On the plus side, almost immediately afterwards, I was asked to a meeting with Colin Powell, who basically promised to keep me completely up to date on whatever Cheney and Wolfowitz and Myers were up to. He was as concerned as I was.A couple of months later we had a similar meeting, but to this one I made an invitation and brought in Richard Clarke, the Counter-Terrorism Adviser to the National Security Adviser. He put together a dog and pony show on what both he and I felt was a much more. . if I'm to tell him the truth, let me do it my way!Richie snorted humorlessly. "Yeah, guess you had that problem fixed, huh? You can do it with anything that moves now." That's not what I wanted, Richie," Sandra cried, though the wave of desire coming over her robbed it of its conviction. "I just wanted to make love to your father again." And you came to Haven for that? I don't get it, Mom. What the fuck was here that you didn't have back where we lived in Randall?"Sandra felt the tendrils. She'd had to resist the temptation a dozen times to spy on him. It was such a relief to see him that she impulsively — and carefully — hugged him, before picking him up and lightly flying both of them back to her home.Terrell was again full of praise. When she guardedly let it slip that she hadn't done well with other men, he ranted loud and long about how stupid any man would have to be to let a women like her get away. After all she was, without doubt, and bar none, the most fantastic woman.