for here?" he demanded.

Consuela forestalled Irena having to make a reply. “Senor- ita Ortega," she said slowly, "represents Gonzalo and his supporters here."

Aguilar nodded. He knew of Gonzalo Diaz, the 'Chairman' of the outlawed 'Democratic Opposition.

"Isabel has been given the rank of Assistant Secretary to the President," Salluca said quickly, also seeking to bolster Isabel's position before the girl said anything untoward in a fit of temper at the Chief of Staff. "Gonzalo has reservations about joining the Party of the Revo- lution openly at this time, but he will take the oath publicly."

Ramon Aguilar glanced back at the very feminine Presi- dent, sitting so daintily, and with such feminine grace, as he re- membered from other, less trying meetings with her. But she seemed so young! Her skin was so unlined. He wanted to touch her in ways that a man should touch such a beautiful woman.

"Well," he said grudgingly, admiring the way Irena had taken to fastening up her hair. He'd like to be the one to take it down

but there wasn't the opportunity there, right then, to say such a thing. He would have to meet with her again soon, without her sec- retaries. "I can't say I like all this political backstabbing. You know you're losing the support of the most steadfast supporters of revolution, Figueroa's mili- tants, and what are you gaining? Middle-class Democrats who'll depend on us to do the hard work while they make pretty speeches. But, the Army will support you, Irena, if I may call our President that." He was rewarded by her first, genuine smile of the evening, a dazzling sunbeam that made his thoughts of her loveliness increase tenfold. He knew he was being charmed and ensnared by Irena's beauty, but he didn't much care at that moment.

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"Have no fears of this alliance," said Irena quite softly, her makeup still exquisite and unravaged. "The Democrats will support us strongly against both Boca and the militants. This initiative will not fail, for if it does. Her voice trailed off and she looked down into her lap again and trembled. Ramon Aguilar wanted to put his arm immediately about her lovely, bare shoulders and tell her he would always support her. She looked quite pained by some unspoken thoughts. Her long earrings swung crazily against her neck as she looked wildly for Consuela's hand. "Courage,"

whispered

WHEN WORK IS DONE

When the work of day is done And the night time has begun It's nice to sit in my easy chair

Consuela, ignoring the General's startled glance at her, as she rose and stepped behind Salluca to take Irena's hand. "There will be no more assassins!!"

Seeing the way the two feminine hands clasped each other tightly, the painted nails the same color, a vague, dis- tressing thought went through Ramon Aguilar's mind but he quickly put such evil thoughts aside. His own private, internal espionage system had only that morning reported on who Irena's latest lover was.

TO BE CONTINUED

Clad in the clothes that women wear, To exchange the curse of pants and shirt For the comfort of a blouse and skirt, Or else to wear a pretty dress

I love to feel the soft caress Of lacy nylon lingerie, Panties, bra and slip. I may Put on make-up and jewelry; That's very nice as you can see. It's a joy to just relax like this, A joy t'would be a shame to miss.

TWO LITTLE BOYS

Two little boys in bloomers, in lovely long golden locks They were brothers but looked like sisters, 'Cause mother kept them in frocks.

As each little boy grew older, he found it too hard to part From long golden tresses, his lovely long dresses Had gradually won his heart.

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