RANSVESTIA

"I'll bet that's not all you do," Eddie's smile hinted at shared

secrets.

"Right," the girl laughed, slipping down a couple of octaves. "Oops!" she said. "I guess I'd better take a couple of extra pills tonight, eh?"

Revolted, Eddie tried to smile and agree. The chatter of the other girls, all female impersonators, was high and screeching, all about the "scrumptious" men who had singled them out to dance with. Eddie turned to Collette, "Oh, Benny gave me an address, but I've lost it."

Collette pulled a face. "Don't worry about that tonight, girl. There won't be any fun and games there tonight, or we wouldn't be leaving alone. How is Deirdre these days? And Diane? You must be their replacement."

Eddie nodded, but was saved from further reply by the arrival of the bus at the motel where he had been clothed by Joanie. He followed Collette down the steps.

"Roxanne!" Allison's face was purple with rage, even in the dim lights. "Get into my car!" she shouted. Benny's car rolled up at the same time and he bounded out. He saw Eddie getting into Allison's limousine.

"Where the hell is she going?" he roared, striding over to seize Eddie's arm.

"Leave her alone!"Allison's voice was filled with rage. "She's mine." The queens in the background all stood about, shocked by the sight of the argument.

"Benny," a precise voice intervened from Carponi's car. "Bring Allison and her friend into the office. Send the rest home."

The voice belonged to the man with the iron-grey hair. In the office, he indicated chairs for Eddie and Allison to sit down. They did so quietly, Allison's face a picture, while the limousine drivers stood just as quietly in the background. Benny came bursting back into the room. "You see how it is, Mr. Rizetti," his voice was filled with anger and spite. "She's encouraging the queens to do the opposite of what- ever I say. She's ruining the discipline we agreed was necessary."

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