RANSVESTIA

For a moment, Angie sat and considered. "But I have to go back. I must, if only for Cam's sake." The words had a desperate edge to them.

Jean sat up now, alert. "Look, Angie, do you remember how I got you into this?"

"It was my fault," Angie whispered. "I got you pregnant. It was only fair that I took the job to keep it open for you.'

"But I forced you, didn't I?" said Jean. "I had to keep that spot open at the Blue Note." She moved to sit beside Angie so that she could put her arm about his shoulders. "Well, my stage career is over now, and if you really want to, darling, you can end yours, too."

Angie half-turned, and kissed Jean fully on the lips. Surprisingly she felt wetness on his cheeks. "Thank you," he said huskily. "We'll

"Oh, that again," said Jean with annoyance. "Do we always have to talk about that. Let's just live life as it is, Angie, and take our good fortune as it comes."

"But, Jean," Angie seemed close to tears. "Can't you see how you're cutting me off from the kids? Every day Cameron asks some question about his daddy, and now, since we've got a stake together, what with Bessill arranging for the pre-payment for both of the films I've worked on, I think it's time for us to split and give up this mas- querade."

Jean looked over the feminine creature seated so demurely on the end of her bed. "You really mean it, don't you?"

The blonde curls nodded emphatically. "I don't know how you can be so casual about this." There was puzzlement in Angie's voice. "Aren't you at all worried about how dressing and working as a woman might affect me? Most women would be worried sick."

"Ah, but they don't meet you here in bed," Jean reached over to take Angie's hand. “I know how much of a man you really are and how much you need me. Besides," she said, squeezing the well manicured fingers enticingly, "after five years, could you go back to living as a man? I've watched you at work and you can't tell me that you don't enjoy being a girl."

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