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with a girlish smile. "Tomorrow we have a matinee show as well. Right?"

In bed, later that night, after reassuring Cindy several times about his maleness-in the best way David knew of doing that he told her how awkward he felt in the whole performance. With her sweat- streaked hair pushed back from her eyes, Cindy laughed as David related how the boys had struggled into different articles of women's underwear.

"But you know what a garter belt is," she insisted. "You've seen me wear one often enough."

"But I've never worn a garter belt before," explained David. "Not with nylon stockings, either, with those stupid seams you have to get straight."

"Ah, poor darling," said Cindy, lighting a cigarette. "I'll have to give you lessons with my clothes."

There was an uncomfortable pause between them for a moment. "I told Marty you had to see your sister tonight," said David gruffly, taking a drag from Cindy's cigarette. "I didn't think you'd want to go out with him the way he was dressed."

"Oh, I wouldn't have minded," said Cindy seriously and David pushed himself up on an elbow to stare at her. "I had a long talk with Sally. She's in love with Marty, you know, and she's the one who does his makeup and buys his dresses for him."

"You wouldn't have minded!" David's voice was choked.

"Oh, not Marty," said Cindy, putting her arm about him. "You, I'd worry about, I suppose. But Sally's not worried about Marty. She says he's more of a man in bed with women's clothes than with men's. She told us all about transvestites. It's quite interesting really!"

"Cindy!" David stubbed out the cigarette, stretching over her. He dropped on her then and she protested-but not too hard.

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