RANSVESTIA

As Harry replaced the thick file on his desk, the sultry voice of his secretary called over the intercom, “Mr. Brewer is here to see you, sir." "Thank you. Kathy. Show him in."

The door opened and Harry rose to greet agent Ted Brewer. "I'm very glad to have you on this case. Ted." he said, shaking hands vigorously. "I've just been reviewing your magnificent performance in the Zubinski affair,“ nodding towards the file on his desk. "My heartiest congratulation!"

"Thank you, sir.“ Brewer replied modestly.

"Oh. Kathy." Harry called as she was about to close the door, "would you fetch us some coffee, please?“

"Of course." The girl stepped back in.

Harry could not keep his eyes of Kathy Joplin - there was something about her red miniskirt and high white boots that warmed his blood. It was apparent that Ted appreciated her neat appearance, too.

"Cream and sugar?" she asked Ted with a smile.

"No cream, but sugar. Sweetie.” he replied.

Kathy swivelled to leave, when Harry spoke again, bringing her a- round for a second time. "By the way. Kathy, did you get those things! asked for?" Kathy smiled conspiratorially, "Sure, boss. They're right there under my desk."

"Good. I'll call you when we're ready for them.“

Harry waited until Kathy had closed the door. "Sit down. Ted, and let me explain the job I have in mind for you. I hope you will accept the challenge, but if you find that you would rather not do it, I'll understand and look for someone else."

"I don't mind if it's dangerous,” Ted bravely volunteered.

"Well, it's not really dangerous, but there is one aspect that you might find distasteful.”

"I understand that our line of duty sometimes forces us to do certain

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