Transvestia

other times. Very select, I assure you. The screening of our new members is terrific. However, you're ac- cepted in advance: I've been screening you for weeks!"

Suddenly she swung the car into a darkened drive- way, stopped abruptly, switched off the engine and jumped out. With a whispered: "Stay where you are, she crept back towards the road under cover of a hedge, and looked up and down the street. Then she returned to the car. "It's all right. I was just making sure we weren't being followed."

Backing out into the road again, she drove on.

"There are three reasons why I'm taking you to the club, Jenny. Firstly, you're a very distinguished girl or, at least, you will be when this case is fin- ished. So we want your he'p in our task of helping the world to understand about true TVism. Secondly, you need us TVs yearn for the company of other TVs. Oh yes, we all do. And thirdly, there's the small matter of saving you from being kidnapped and perhaps wor- se."

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She slowed the car, and swung into a short drive leading to a block of flats.

"Here we are. Doesn't look like a club, does it? Well, mostly it isn't. But we have flats fifteen to twenty-seven, and they're interconnected." She gar aged the car, and they went in.

Half way up the stairs she pressed a button con- cealed under the bannister. At the top of the stairs she pressed with her slim heel on a certain portion of a certain floor tile, while simultaneously ringing the doorbell. When the door opened the girls went in, but found themselves faced with another door. On a stand beside it was what appeared to be a standard telephone. Valerie dialled C-H-O-I-S-Y (the name of another famous Frenchman who preferred feminine clothing) and the door slid open. They went in. Obviously, thought Jenny, to enter Chevalier you had to belong!

For the next six weeks Jenny learned to live as a