TRANSVESTIA

Poor Harry was shaking in his boots. These TVs were sharper than he thought. They seemed to be holding all the aces. He knew he was licked. "O.K. You win. You can keep your job, Kathy-I don't want to know what your real name is. On one condition. You had better behave like a-a-" Harry groped for a suitable word.

"Lady?" Cynthia suggested.

"Yeah. I suppose so," Harry sourly agreed.

"Have I ever behaved in any other way?" Kathy asked in innocence.

Harry couldn't find a suitable rejoinder. He slumped over his desk, resting his forhead on clenched fists.

"Don't take it so badly, boss," Kathy sympathized, "Nothing need change - except you can tell your jealous wife that you have a male secre- tary!" A low moan issued from between Harry's teeth.

"You won't have me very much longer, anyway-I'll be leaving in seven months to take care of our baby," Kathy added as she stamped the case file "Mission Accomplished" and locked it in the safe.

"Chiefie dear, you look like you could use a stiff drink. Come, we'll take you to lunch and buy you whatever you want," Cynthia offered.

"Yes, boss. We can still keep our lunch dates, but you don't have to grab for the check every time," contributed Kathy.

Harry slowly rose to his feet. But his head was spinning from the events of the morning and the effect of the tranquilizers. He stumbled. The girls each grabbed an elbow. "Steady, boy! Take it easy-lean on us." They escorted him through the door. Harry glanced up to see Andy Hellman, Director of Public Relations for the Agency, approaching.

"Harry!" the PR man began, “Glad I caught you before you left," en- viously eyeing the pair of dolls the Chief apparently had in tow.

"What is it, Andy?" Harry asked, wearily.

"The West German Embassy just called to say the Countess von Him- meldorf is in town. It seems that one of our agents showed considerable

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