RANSVESTIA

"Whee!" I whispered several minutes later and as I tried to clear my head of the ringing in my ears I looked back toward the door into the Ballroom. There was Wendell, waving his arms frantically. "My God!" I said, "what time is it?"

The Prince looked surprised and looked at his watch. "Ten minutes after twelve," he said. "Why?"

I was up off the bench, scooping up my possessions and racing to the door, running as well as I could, under the circumstances.

"I've been looking all over for you!" said Wendell. "Your mother left about twenty minutes ago. Come on!"

“Oh, no,” I said. “I'm sorry, but I didn't notice the time.”

"Yes, I could see that you were occupied," laughed Wendell cynically.

"You saw

"Very impressive

one might say you won the heart of the Prince and from the intensity of your response one might say a lot of things - mightn't one?"

“After your pound of flesh already? Well, let me tell you something. Wendell, you maneuvered me into this whole business — “I was begin- ning to burn. "And not only that...

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"Later," he said. “You can call me whatever you want. Right now I've got to get you back home." He virtually stuffed me in one door of the XKE and raced around, jumped in and torched off, just like he was an- other Jimmy Clark at Le Mans and he kept the accelerator to the floor boards until we were about five miles out of town. Suddenly there was a sudden flash of blue along the road — a color I knew very well. Suddenly, Wendell slackened speed and began to smile.

"Wasn't that my step-mom's Cadillac?" I asked. "I wonder what happened. Maybe we should have stopped."

"Hmm? Oh well, while you were busy making out with his High- ness. I took the precaution of siphoning the gas or most of it out of your mother's tank. I was a little afraid in case she ran out of gas in

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