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"I can't believe it, Ted. You had your ears pierced!" Harry began to appreciate the agony his agent must have gone through.

""Cynthia', pul-eeze," she reminded him.

"Oh-yeah-well-er-Cynthia," - the name came out with consider- able difficulty - "I suppose it must have been a terrible blow to your ego, having to do all those sissy things to yourself. A most unpleasant assign- ment, indeed. Much worse than I thought. Let me nominate you for a citation-for 'devotion to service beyond the call of duty"

"That would be nice, Chief," she smiled sweetly.

"Well, I bet you're glad it's ended. Say-the rest of this debriefing can wait-I'll let you go to a motel and change into something more com- fortable."

"No need to. I'm quite at ease in this outfit, thank you."

"Well, I'm not, -er, Cynthia," Harry rejoined with some annoyance, Aren't you anxious to get out of drag? At least, get back into your regular clothes so I can call you 'Ted'."

"I don't have any men's clothing, if that's what you mean. I got rid of all my icky masculine stuff ages ago."

"What! You had to do that, too?" - she nodded in reply-"Well, that's easily remedied. I'll have one of our men pick up something for you. What's your size?"

"Sixteen."

"No-your men's size - don't you remember?"

"Whatever it was, I don't think it would fit me now," Cynthia replied, touching her bosom, "Don't bother, anyway. I have no intention of ever

wea - "

She was interrupted by Kathy's voice over the intercom. "Mr. Barrett wants to speak with you, boss. On line one."

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