RANSVESTIA

"You must be a mind reader, girl," Harry quipped in appreciation.

Kathy gave Ted a sweet smile as she set his cup down on the desk. He winked back. Both men watched her fanny wiggle as she departed to the outer office.

"Great girl you've got there, Chief," Ted grinned.

"Been with me for four years. She can type, too," Harry replied with a grin.

"Lucky fellow."

They sipped and munched for a minute before returning to business. "I suppose you want me to locate these-er-transvestites?" Ted sug- gested.

"Yeah, that's the polite name for them."

"That might be rather difficult. They don't exactly advertise them- selves."

"I have a plan. I've been reading all about them-had one of our staff psychiatrists give me a complete run-down on their peculiar behavior- it's all in this report," waving a sheaf of papers in the air. "It seems there's an outfit in California that puts out a trashy magazine catering to their tastes. And the shrink says none of 'em can resist reading it."

"So, where does that get us?"

Harry leaned over the desk and looked straight into Ted's eyes. "Ted, I want you to get me their mailing list!”

"I see. Good idea, Chief. That shouldn't be too difficult."

"Harder than you think. They guard it like Fort Knox. And once the stuff is mailed, we can't touch it. Don't want another run-in with the Post Office like we had five years ago. Ever since Watergate, we really have to watch our step."

"How do you propose I go about it, then?"

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