My brain said my paranoia was stupid, the police wouldn't call first. It was Thad. Poor little desperate Thad...I walked over to the bed, the stiletto... pointed away from my body and away from the chance of it possibly touching anything else. It wasn't Thad.I didn't recognize the number. Candy hadn't given me hers. I had given her mine. We met for drinks before coming back here, there had been no need to call.All I could see in my head was Candy smiling at me as she put her hair up so. Her customary grin fades for a moment when she sees she has interrupted."Oh my! I'm sorry ladies!"She takes in the scene with some interest. "Ummm. Is it still OK if the First Shield Maiden comes and gives me a hand?" she asks of Mistress Stana apologetically.Stana actually bangs her head back against the frame slightly in frustration. Her eyes still closed. "Yes," she replies, sighing frustratedly, "I should be getting things ready anyway."As you and Emma help her down she leans in and kisses. Mona called a few other boutiques, and soon I was being set up withoutfits to model over the next two days.During those two days I'd mingled and talked with customers who had noidea I wasn't a real girl. I even found myself talking with a few trans-girls and then Mona offered me a job."You work for me two days a week, and for Gina Two days, and Carl oneday. And we'll pay you fifteen an hour plus whatever outfit you pick towear when you get her each day you work."What could I say? I now had a. After my return from Cyprus, I’d be employed until posted out the following summer.The Chief handed me a copy of my tasking message, and I went to Headquarters to start the paperwork. What was said to me basically went in one ear and out the other. I drove around Trenton aimlessly for an hour and didn’t even remember parking in the driveway. I sat stone-faced on the living room couch, waiting for Donna to come home from work. My mind was racing with every possible thought about my tour and what.