FICTION

CHARM SCHOOL

(Continued from Transvestia No. 75)

Kathy 5-P-4 FPE

"Yes, he is expecting me. Show me to his table and I will wait for him there" she replied.

Harriet followed the maitre de to a far corner of the large room, dimly lit as is usual where liquor is served, waited as he pulled back the table so that she could slide in the booth more easily, and once seated ordered a vodka gimlet to keep her company while she waited for the doctor.

A few minutes later she saw Dr. Rodin enter the room, walk towards the booth, hesitate, then approach it once more. “Pardon me Miss, I thought I had reserved this booth for a friend and myself. Are you certain that you have the right booth?

"Please sit down, Dr. Rodin, I am the person you were to meet. I am Harry Babbitt and simply must talk to you!” she responded to his inquiry. She could see the look of shock on the Dr.'s face as it traveled from the well groomed coiffeur to the perfectly arched brows, to the artfully ap- plied mascara, down the perfect makeup on her face, then slipping down over the well formed breasts which revealed just the right amount of cleavage, and stopping at the table top which halted his de-escalation.

As he seated himself, he quickly regained his composure and ordered a drink for himself. He then sat back to listen to his patient's husband explain the peculiar circumstances fo his appearence.

She quickly told him the events of the past several days, the reasons for them, and the problem that she now faced in having to see Liz. “You see, I don't want to cause a relapse and I would die if she did not understand my reasons and I MUST continue this deception till she is well." How do I resolve this dilemna, Dr. Rodin?” she inquired.

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