RANSVESTIA

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That night, after filming the rest of the files, I opened the safe and started looking through its contents. Most of the things were of a per- sonal nature except for one book that contained entries obviously in code. I photographed it page by page and put everything back just as I found it. The cryptographers would have fun with that coded stuff, but I didn't worry about that. I gave the stuff to Andy that night and left the next morning for Lisbon.

When I returned, I had more names for Andy, but the package I had for Herr B. was sealed in such a way that I couldn't open it, so we never found out what was in it.

The beauty salon called to tell me that my new hair coloring was in. The next night at the Club, I purred like a kitten at the raves I received about my new hair style and color. The next week I told the beautician she had better order a lot more as I felt she'd be getting some new cus- tomers. I was right, too, all but two of the 'girls' at the Club became red- heads and one even brought her wig in to be dyed.

I'd been in Europe almost a year when Herr B. told me that I was booked for a three weeks stand in MOSCOW! My heart skipped a beat at that news especially when he informed me that while there I would be getting some additional training. For practice, we conversed in Russian for a few minutes. I felt I could manage to make myself under- stood without a refresher course.

Two days later, he escorted me through East Berlin to the airport where I boarded a jet for Moscow. A Russian officer met me and es- corted me to the hotel where I would be staying. He was rather pleasant and asked me if this was my first trip to Moscow. I told him it was. Busy was hardly the word to describe my stay in Russia. I'd get back to the hotel about 3 a.m. and at 7 a m. someone would wake me up, stay with me through a hurried breakfast and then off to school on the latest espionage techniques. Back to the hotel at 5 p.m. — a nap — a short din- ner and to the Club. A couple of the instructors were quite rude and sarcastic when I missed something but I was so exhausted I could hardly think. My three weeks (it seemed) finally passed and I returned to West Berlin. I was tired, happy, elated and exhausted when I went to sleep in my own bed that night.

My first contact with Andy was like meeting an old and dear friend. I liked him very much, and had I been a real woman, his 'campaign' would have paid off long ago. I asked him if he could arrange for me to

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