suddenly tearful. She bit her painted lower lip. "Can't you see that I can't ever go back." She hesitated. "I must put on a dress or a skirt."

"No!" Gerlitz' voice rose, angry and stricken. "No son of mine...!" he bellowed.

Denise put her hands over her ears and fled to her bedroom. A wide eyed Jody Atwater stared at the two high-ranking officers. "It's true," said Richard Simons slowly. "Denise Colbert is really Kenneth Jackson Gerlitz, the General's son. He was one of our most successful agents inside Germany over the last three years.

"You're wrong!" Gerlitz snarled. "My son died in Ger- many on active service. That's the way the record will read!" His jaw jutted out in imitation of a bulldog. "Who that creature is . . . I don't know! But I'll have no one, her or you, say again that she's my son!" He strode to the doorway of the aprtment. "No-one!" was his thundered last word.

Jody watched the door slam shut. Then, she turned to Rick Simons, her mouth feeling de- void of moisture. "But she's..." she stammered. “And you and

she...

"We played our parts well," said Simons. "We did what was necessary.

Jody retreated down the hallway, looking aghast at the grim-faced Rick Simons. She reached Denise's bedroom and went in quickly.

Denise was smoking a cigar- ette, her negligee and nightdress on the bed. She was fastening silk stockings to her garter belt.

"Darling," whispered Jody. Denise turned to face her. "So you know," she said bitterly "Go on and laugh at me.

"of, I'd never do that, dar- ling, never," breathed Jody. She went quickly to Denise, her hands reaching out to touch the other girl's garter belt and pan- ties. "You can always dress just the way you do, Denise. I never, ever, want you to be a Kenneth again." She was kissing Denise. "Except in one place," she add- ed, running her tongue over his soft, lipstick-covered lips.

* * * *

Colonel Richard Simons ac- companied the girls to the rail- way station. They had insisted that he reserve them a sleeper all the way to Le Havre, where they would find a ship with a cabin also specially reserved for them. Denise looked particularly rav- ishing in a dark hat and suit. The veil in front of the hat didn't prevent anyone from seeing her beaming smile.

"I could use you again," said Simons casually while Jody, in uniform, told the porter where to store cases. "I need good, women employees.

Denise's blue eyes, the Egyptian looking makeup slant- ing them considerably, laughed at the Colonel. "You're sure I fit the bill?" she asked huskily.

"Oh, certainly," said Rich- ard Simons.

"Hey, hey," Jody came a- long hurriedly.

Richard took her too and kissed her, with a little passion. "Oh, it's all right," said Jody mischievously. "You have to give your mistress a proper send off, I know."

Richard nodded. He felt a knot in his throat as he held both girls in his arm. "I'll miss you both," he said, thinking of the last weeks in which they'd spent all their time together, but they'd been delighted to have him take them out and they al- ways rewarded him properly, as good girls should.

"I may see you Stateside,'

he said.

"Don't look for us, please," said Denise. In her heels, she was as tall as he. "We just want a quiet life from here on.'

"Yes," said Jody, eyeing the blonde girl who lolled so attractively on Richard's arm. "That's all we want.

Reluctantly, Richard let them go. He dismounted from the train and waved to the blonde girl and her brunette part- ner until the train was gone. He couldn't see Denise hiding the talents she had for very long. He hadn't told her, even as he gave her an official passport for De- nise Colbert, female, that it was a movie producer who had start-

ed a routine investigation of her act in the Cologne night club, alerting Richard Simons to the fact that 'Denise Colbert' still existed. He had to call the man back sooner or later. Al had sent a third, persistent inquiry about

Denise's status with the Ameri- can Forces in Germany.

Thinking of Denise, Richard smiled grimly to himself. He really ought to send Denise's travel plans to Al Berger, the pro- ducer. That guy would never take 'No' for an answer. It could be Denise would be on the silver screen even before Richard got back to the States. Yes, she was a real woman, Denise Colbert, no matter that she thought she ought not to be. He made a note in his pocket book to call Berger. Richard Simons could make sure that Denise had the kind of life a woman like her should have. She deserved it.

* END *

LORI (OH-200-K) POINTS OUT PROBLEMS IN DEFINING WORDS.

It is a well-known fact that linguists are often faced with the inability to express adequately and exactly the thoughts con- veyed by a single word. An example is "love". To say that one loves strawberries does not convey the same feeling when one tells a woman, "I love you." When speaking concerning crossdressing, a similar problem is encountered.

There is the inability to ex- press just what we are. Those from the behavioral sciences call us transvestites. While that term means one who wears the cloth- ing of the opposite sex, it falls short in that it does not indicate the motive behind the act. It does not convey the feeling of gender relief we receive.