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waited. Ready to run, asking myself over and over again if this could really be happening. Time and time again I started for the stairs, only to turn back, desire stronger than my own common sense.

2:30 A. M. I lit a cigarette, and never had one

tasted so good. Closing my eyes, I envisaged our meeting.

I would be manly and amourous, yet gentle and understanding. Crushing her in my arms, I would tell She would meet my her over and over again of my love. advances, passionately submissive. Perspiration rolled down my forehead, burning my eyes. The cigarette tasted hot and foul. Grinding it to the floor, I longed for a drink, anything tall and cool. Then I heard her voice in the hallway.

SHE WAS NOT ALONE! Angrily I bit my lip and shrank further back into the dark shadows. Disappoint- ment now a part of my frustrations. It had never entered my mind that she wouldn't be alone. My feet wanted to run, but to do so would only bring me face to face with them in the hallway. There was no way out, my only hope was to remain unnoticed in the shadows. I held my breath and stepped back until I could feel the wallboard against my shoulders. It was then I heard him speak.

"You knocked 'em dead tonight, Kid. Never heard you sing better. Don't worry yourself about that con- tract renewal! For my money, you're the best "FEMALE IMPERSONATOR" the club ever had!

There was a young man from Park Place

Who liked lovely ladies in lace.

They looked oh so cute with their skirts all a blowing So sleek, and so smooth with their loveliness showing. He drew a sharp breath as the chill winter breeze

Lifted his skirt and nipped at his knees.

For some girls are female and some girls are not And this lovely lady was a boy as a tot.

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