RANSVESTIA

"What right do you have to step out on me?" I asked. "Are you or aren't you my wife?"

"Simmer down," she said pleasantly. "I just went to a show."

"I don't care what you did; you have no right . .

"I was well chaperoned."

"

"As long as we are man and wife, I expect you to leave other men strictly alone. Those are the rules I play by and I expect you to do likewise."

She looked at me with such amusement that she didn't have to

answer.

"You are the one who got me into this. You hid my clothes; not I. You went out and spent three hundred dollars."

"Well?" she laughed.

"Then don't act as if it's so goddamn funny."

"Surely you don't think it isn't?"

"I think it is sadistic."

"Look," she said, "I think there is something to salvage or I wouldn't try. I don't really enjoy seeing you sitting there in a dress."

"I suspect you do."

"Are you crazy? Do you think I enjoyed lying to them tonight, claiming that you were sick, when I knew that you were dressing up like a little child, prancing around in frilly underthings, pretending to be a woman? You really have lost touch."

"Things you bought. How do you explain that?”

"Oh, come on now. This is silly. You sit there like a carnival doll and expect me to take you seriously? You just think about it. I'm going to bed."

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