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 his face drop. He zipped his trousers and got out of that can like a stripped-assed ape was after him."

"I can imagine … Can't blame him for trying though." "Guess he took one look at me and thought I'd buy anything, but I'm not that hard up. Not yet, I ain't." He let out a deep sigh. Said, "Oh … I've got something to show you, Paul." And he minced to a closet taking out a pair of women's shoes. He held them up to Paul and grinned. "How do you like my new drag shoes? Bought them this morning. Didn't Delman go mad with this pair. I think they're real kissy."

"They certainly are … Those heels are so high."

"Just so my nose don't start bleeding," Gene screamed.

"Gene you're a kick … I swear I'm going to get in drag one of these days."

"Don't know what you're missing … You'd be a doll."

"Think so … with this hairy chest and these arms … I don't think I'd call myself a doll. Guess I'd better stick to male attire."

"Butch type, huh?" grinned Gene. "Just like my last husband. He was so butch he wore all my drags out. Even added more ruffles and crap to them. She was queer for ruffles … I swear if I'd been married in a veil, I'd have had to tear it in two so both of us could have worn it. She was a good lay though … wish he was back … A girl needs a husband." Gene grinned and looked at Paul, said, "Want to be my husband?"

"You know I'm a lousy lay and tomorrow you'd throw me out."

"Oh … I don't think so …"

"Dog … I've got to go before I take you up …" Paul gently slapped Gene's cheek.

Gene came up with his arms. "It's nice to have you as a friend Paul … There are so few … real friends … I hate to have you go."

"I've got to see Dusty before he goes on."

"How about a drink for the road."

"I'll take a rain check on it … I've really got to go … Thanks … thanks for being my friend … You're tops Gene."

"So are you Paul … Come back later if you can … Come back anytime … and I mean … anytime," Gene said very seriously. 277