HISTORY

Transvestal Virgin

Continued from #36

CHAPTER

by Verna (22-S-5)

FOUR

For five months things went along at the near normal relationship of employer-employee. Nights I was techni- color dreaming of Grace. Then, one Saturday morning she asked me to stay there and wait for a package con- taining a fur coat from one of the fashionable shops. It was all paid for. All I had to do was take it in when delivered and be certain the latch was shut on the door, she had her own key with her. It was nine o'clock then and Grace didn't expect to return 'til noon or later from the beauty parlor and a trip to the doctor.

"If you get hungry there is some sandwich meat in the ice-box. Perhaps you will empty the hamper in my closet and take it downstairs for washing Monday, Goodbye for now!" She smiled and left.

I stood at the window and watched Grace as she swung down the street and turned the corner out of sight toward the car line. Tho I had been in her bedroom a number of times to empty the clothes hamper I had never snooped around much. A perfume wafted out as I opened the closet door to get the dirty clothes and I saw all her pretty dresses and suits. Across the back wall ran a shelf con- taining eighteen of her left shoes. Overhead a shelf held some hat boxes and cartons. Hung in a corner were two pair of her everyday crutches and the solo crutch. With a white bag cover over it stood 'Zelda', next to it the white peg leg. I was oddly stirred as I looked at and felt of them.

Grace had taken her new leather-topped, brown walnut Whitmore crutches which matched the suit she wore. Gold plated metal parts made these a striking pair. Built for comfort, they were. I lifted down the black pair and went into the bedroom to try them out. I felt as guilty as a housebreaker, but reason told me I had a right to be there. anyway, Grace wouldn't be home for more than three hours.

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