We still remained on a low level of alert. The Partners had been removed from alert status, but the Eagles and Falcons still made several patrols of t...he surrounding area that day. A solution still hadn’t been determined in case of the water being cut off, but the Medical Team now tested the incoming water several times a day to ensure that it was still safe to use. A message arrived that afternoon.“Franklin Commo to First Mobile Headquarters Team Commo. Come in. Over.”“Franklin Commo, this is. . I will go back many years and start at an earlier age. For as long as I can remember I have cross dressed, always in private, without my partners or girlfriends knowing, totally in the closet, and when dressed I often practised self bondage, used dildos on myself, especially before wanking. I enjoyed shaving when I could, had the usual purges, it has cost me a fortune over the years. Physically while tall I had always been slimly built. “I thought I might pick up some cleaning tips so that I keep it looking nice.” “Don’t give me that crap,” she laughed. “It must be every man’s dream to sit and watch a woman doing all the work.” I laughed too. She was right. I hated housework and it was kind of satisfying to watch someone else doing it. “How long have you been doing this cleaning job?” I asked. “About six years now,” she replied. “And do you enjoy it?” “Well I’ve always cleaned, so it’s no hardship, but I enjoy some parts. I guess James thought that a little of her goodness would rub off on him. I secretly thought he was foolish, but I was also a little afraid that that might just happen. Because if it did, the one thing that drew us to each other, the badness that was in us would be gone and so would our friendship. Jenny had three other friends in her group. Carrie was a receptionist at the museum. Juliet was working on her doctoral thesis along with Jenny, but was focusing on another subject. And Tate worked.