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nor could I recall ever having seen her before. She smiled at me and then introduced herself as Marie Snow the other associate in the shop whom I had not previously met. I nodded my acceptance, picked up my purs from behind the desk and then went over to the lady's restroom where I freshened up and then went out to lunch. It was not until later that I realized that I had gone into the womans washroom and not even had a thought about what I was doing. It seemed so natural! After a much appreciated lunch I returned to work, relieved Marie so she could go and eat, and once again I became so involved in reorganizing the desk that I found that before I had time to think about what time it was the afternoon had passed and it was 5:30 p.m. and closing time. As I gather- ed my things together to take home I surveyed my days work with a good deal of satisfaction; I had talked to about twenty-five people both on the phone and in person and no one seemed to suspect anything about my sex, Jack seemed pleased with the amount of work I was getting done for being so new. I had made some good progress in getting the re- ceptionist's desk back into some semblance of order and above all I had convinced myself that I could carry out my deception very well and my confidence was growing by the minute. I could hardly wait to get home to tell Denise all about my first day at work. I was almost to the door when I heard Jack call me from the back of the shop.

"Rita, would you wait just a minute, please, I would like to ask you a question?" I nodded my assent and then sat down wondering what Jack had to ask. My question was soon answered.

"I was wondering if you might possibly like to have a little celebra- tion drink in honor of your first day at work and also we could discuss some of your future work and what I would like to have done. There is a nice place just around the block that makes exquisite martinis. How about it?"

My new found confidence carried me along and I smiled and said I thought that would be nice. With a flirtatious smile and an eager step I accepted Jacks' arm and we headed out the front door.

Jack said that we could walk over to the Lounge as it was only a block away and parking spots weren't available this time of day. I noticed that Jack was very masculine and I mused to myself as to why he was a hair- dresser, a profession usually considered to be on the feminine side. Even though I was wearing 3" high heels Jack was still a good 21⁄2" taller than I was, making him about 6'1" tall. I guessed his weight to be about 195 while mine was only 135, a bit light for being 5'8" in my stocking feet.

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