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he shows it off to us. And look at all the handsome men I put her," he sneered with that word, "next to in all her films. She's got her every feminine fantasy fulfilled."

"He wants more," whispered Jean in contradiction. Tears were coming unbidden to her eyes. "He wants to be a real father to Cameron and to Margot."

"They've got along fine enough without him so far," said Cort harshly, his humor entirely gone. "Now, don't start blubbering. I don't care if he has any more operations or not. That's not going to make my marriage any more real, no matter what he does to himself."

Jean opened her eyes wide in an expression of sheer fright. "You don't think ..." she began wildly.

"What else?" asked Robert Cort gruffly. "After all, Angie's been living the life of the sexiest women in America for the last three years at least. Stands to reason, he's going to want to start returning some of those kisses he's been getting."

"But,..." Jean began, shaking her head.

"You just don't want to face up to it," said Cort, smiling as he cut her off. "This Aaronson, he's the one who fixed up all your breasts, right?"

Jean nodded. Robert Cort was wrong, she was sure, but doubt kept nagging at her. Angie had been so funny lately, and she could hardly remember the last time they'd been to bed together, for other than sleep, anyway. And he'd grown so feminine. There wasn't a man who didn't try to paw him all over. Oh, what a fool Jean had been, she thought bitterly. She should never have encouraged him to be a female impersonator in the first place. She knew he'd liked women's clothes-but now see what she'd done. She was losing her husband, she now realized it all seemed true. He must be changing into a real

woman.

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