RANSVESTIA

"Just tell her Mark is here," he said as he entered the living room and sat down by the door. He watched Marty walk away carefully. "Cute chick," he thought to himself.

Marty went to Marie's bedroom door and tapped. There was no answer so she pushed the door open and saw the lovely black haired beauty laying on her bed sound asleep. She went over to her and touch- ed her lightly. “Miss Corday. Your brother Mark is here to see you

for a few hours. . . You had better get up.`

She sat on the edge of the bed and asked: "Did he suspect anything about you?" At the same time she took in the now feminine appearing Marty and said: "No he wouldn't. You look like a girl." She paid no attention to the fact that she was in the presence of a boy/girl and walked in her nightgown to the closet where she chose a robe and slipped it on. "Let's go and I'll introduce you," she told Marty who was still standing there.

"But I'm not completely dressed."

"He's already seen you in that outfit. Come on. He'll be hungry as a bear if he's like he used to be.”

They walked back to where he was sitting and he jumped up to hug his sister affectionately. "You look as young as you did when I saw you three years ago,” he exclaimed. Then nodding at Marty he asked: "Who is this dish? A friend of yours?"

"This is Marty, Mark. She is a companion, housekeeper, etc.“

"I wish I could stay longer than six hours then. Uncle wants me to go to Korea for a year, so I'm on my way. At least it isn't Viet Nam."

“I wish you could stay longer too. Are you flying to the coast?”

He nodded. “Yeh

I've got to be at the airport by 5:45 P.M. You

got any grub in this dump?"

"His words always,” she told Marty as she led the way to the kitchen and then to him: “Sit down glutton. Sometimes I think you are hollow from your head to your foot. Especially in the head area.”

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