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everyone's appetite when he promised a startling surprise for the next get-together.

"What was that all about?" I asked him as we left the building.

"Just a little something to make sure you don't miss any meetings, ol' buddy," he grinned.

The following week, I must have had at least a dozen phone calls from various members seeking an advance tip on Harry's surprise. I could tell them nothing but to be sure to attend the next meeting.

As you may well imagine, the country club hall was jammed well before the starting time of the next meeting. Every member was there, except Harry. When seven-thirty came and went, there was a little rumble of discontent that stilled immediately when Harry's voice was heard in the back of the room. All heads turned and almost at the same second, every man in the place gasped. Harry simply stood at the back of the hall and when he felt they had stared at him long enough, he smiled and said, "The first one that gets fresh will meet me in the parking lot after the meeting!"

A burst of laughter shattered the silence and Harry slowly walked to the podium at the front of the room. As he did, we all blinked our eyes in disbelief; his appearance made the whole idea of men wearing skirts seem suddenly possible! He wore a smartly tailored navy blue skirt and white silk blouse, a fitted navy blue jacket was over his shoulders. His legs were downright glamorous in dark nylons and black leather high-heeled shoes. Obviously his light wavy hair had been set and combed in a slightly feminine fashion adding to the overall pleasant effect of a lightly made-up face. What stunned every one of us was that Harry was extremely attractive.

By the time he reached the podium and turned to

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