the money with you!"

And I hung up.

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The Basket was an out-of-theway kind of place in an older part of town. It was dark, it was quiet, and it was practically deserted,

which suited both me and Jana perfectly. She sat across from me in the darkened booth, her lovely eyes simmering with suspicion.

"Well?" She said when the waiter had drifted away at last, "Do you have the pictures?"

I said,

"There are no pictures, "And I think you knew that -or at least suspected it when you hired me!"

"No pictures?" She tried to look surprised but didn't do a very good job of it. Maybe she wasn't trying very hard. "But then what about that Blackmail Note?"

I tried to look tougher than I felt, sitting there all curvey, blonde and feminized, my once-manly chest now supporting a set of lovely breasts, and my male organs covered by that real-looking false pussy which was, in turn, covered by panties and pantihose which were, in turn, covered by a cheap halfslip, and miniskirt! My pink blouse, made of some slinky synthetic, seemed to flash in the dim light, forcibly reminding me of the state I was in.

But as I spoke, I kept telling myself

that this was the only way I was ever going to get back to my old identity again.

"You wrote that note," I said firmly, "And don't waste my time and your breath trying to deny it; I may be a little out of practice at Detective work, but even I finally realized that the pink stationery

it was written on matched the envelope you used to deliver that money to me! I don't know what your motive was, but I can take a good guess: Eric doesn't keep records or photographs of his old models, but you didn't know that for sure, so you hired me to find out. That's my Charitable much Theory. My other thought less flattering to you is that you knew Eric didn't have any pictures, but you were worried that he might hear about your rise to fame and try to shake you down. You wanted to find him, but he'd gone underground to escape some legal difficulties. So you needed someone to turn him up for you, someone who would be willing to report his new address to you and so desperate for this job that sheI mean hewouldn't ask a lot of questions.

"But why should I try to find

a man who wasn't bothering me?" She asked, her voice flat as her expression. "I could take a guess, " I smiled and reached into my purse, "And it might have something to do with these.