Transvestia

I tried to swallow. It was impossible. I reached for my glass instead. Her blue eyes were smiling at me and as she sang her fingers caressed the back of my neck. Joan would certainly flip at this I thought, but instead she just sat laughing at my obvious embarrassment. The music ended, and as suddenly as Eve had entered my life she was gone. Leaving me in a state of complete frust-

ration.

The next few days were torturous ones. I was a man possessed. Possessed with an overwhelming need for this lovely gal, unlike any I had ever felt before.

It was a miracle when Joan called, and said her mother was ill and she had to go back home for a week or so. The prospect of her being gone for a week filled me with new hope and I secretly began forming my plans.

Once I had seen Joan safely off on the plane, I drove through the crowded streets and pulled into the parking lot behind the Pink Kat Club! That was five days ago!

Each night it was the same. The same burning de- sire, the same hungry longing, the overpowering need. She accepted my flowers and gifts, acknowledging them with a warm smile, a soft caress with eyes. Each smile, every movement reassured me it was only a matter of time.

It had taken several lunch hours, but after many inquiries I finally located her apartment. "6- B, six floors up and to the left at the top of the stairs", the manager had said with a wink in his eye.

Eve was almost through her closing number when I left the club and drove to the street where she lived. The tension was mounting within me... . this had to be THE NIGHT!!!

How

Once inside, I was terrified, how would I act? could I tell her how I felt? Even more important, what would she say or do as a result of this surprise visit. Would she recognize my lascivious desires and rush head- long to meet them? There in the darkened hallway, I

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