FICTION

PRINCESS LAKE

continued from TV #92

"I'm bothered about the weapon," Hamilton said at last, looking out at the excellent view of the lake. There were women now all over the beach and an impromptu game of volleyball was in progress between two bikini'ed teams, their bright lipstick clear even at the distance of the cabaret from the lakeshore.

Kim Winter had a wrap around his otherwise bare shoulders. He waited quite naturally for Bud to step ahead and open the door to the 'schoolhouse,' a long, dark cabin opposite the natural focus of the camp, the brightly painted 'club,' "I don't know that the children can help you," Kim paused and glanced at his female reflection in the long mirror just inside the door. It showed a tall brunette woman with shapely ankles in the dark-tinted stockings, set off so neatly by the open-toed, black suede high heels.

"You said they were all over the beach yesterday," Hamilton stated. The small hallway led into a long room, where there were rows upon rows of wig blocks. The lecturer, a brunette woman, whose voice was so controlled and crisp that she had to be 'real,' was showing her class of a dozen male transvestites, all femininely attired, how to take care of their wigs and how to re-style them as needed.

"Cassie, said Kim, beckoning. Several looked up from the task of setting the light blonde wig on the short man with heavy, dark eye- brows. One look at the detective, and eyes, enhanced by eyeliner, false eyelashes and a variety of different shades of eyeshadow, shifted away demurely.

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