"Just studying your walk and mannerisms," she smiled as she caught up with me, "you are fabulous!”

"What do you mean?" I growled at her.

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"Nobody in the world would ever suspect that you are really a man. she said. "You are just about the womanest woman I've seen in a long time."

"Well, thank you for those kind words, Ma'm," I replied, "I've worked hard to become proficient."

"You are, Jackie," she exclaimed in admiration, "You are!"

We entered the Diner and sat down in a booth. "Two coffees," Judy said to the counterman.

"Two comin' up," he replied. As he sat them in front of us, he said, "Hi, Judy, Hi, Jackie. How are you girls tonight? It's kinda late for you to be out, ain't it?"

Judy almost choked when he called me by name, but managed to blurt out "Do you two know each other?” “Yep,” Bill said, “Jackie comes in quite often after work. Right, Doll?”

"Right, Bill." I laughed. When he had gone in back of the counter

again, I told Judy that I often stopped in on the way home from work, but Bill only thought I was a female night club singer.

We finished our coffee, and as we walked back home, I couldn't help but think of the pleasant sound that four slender heels made clicking on the sidewalk. Judy said she'd go to the Club with me the next night, so I told her I'd pick her up about 8 p.m. As we neared her apartment house, we slowed down as if we didn't want the evening to end. I truly believe neither one of us did. She smiled and said, "Jackie, it wouldn't look right for two girls to kiss in public. Why don't you come up for a nite cap?”

"I'll come up for a minute, but I've had enough to drink." I said. "I'll just stay long enough to collect a kiss." And I did.

I awoke about noon, showered and ate a bite. Then I took my coffee into the living room and relaxed on the sofa. I had some serious thinking to do. Judy was the only girl I'd met in several years that seemed to think there was nothing peculiar in my being an impersonator.

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