As I entered the front door, I noticed that the TV in the den wason. The den is accessible from the hall via an open door and fromthe kitchen via a s...winging door. A shuttered "window" also lookedin on it from the kitchen. It was originally supposed to be adining room, but with k**s formal dining rooms are laughable.Anyway, I heard a low murmur of voices from the den, and figuredthat Jeff, my 17-year-old son, had a friend over to watch TV. Notwanting to bother them, I entered the kitchen to. "Daniel stood and reached for his white shorts. "Don't bother," John addedgrabbing the shorts out of Daniel's hands. "Just walk naked to theshower. No one's gonna mind. And it would be a shame to cover that niceass."Daniel nodded and headed out the office door.Justin whistled as Daniel walked through the lobby, naked. Daniel didn'trespond, he just moved quickly past the glass front doors and the two guyssitting at the juice bar. They watched his bubble-butt move across theroom, never taking. Why don't you apply there on Monday?"She smiled at me and said, "They say you have to know someone to get on there. It's one of the best places to work around here."I smiled back, "You do know someone. You know me. Do you have any vacation left at Marcus Company?" Yes, I still have two weeks left. Why?"I took out one of my gold lined business cards and wrote on the back. "Margaret replacement, Randy R." "Now, come Monday, I don't want you going back to Marcus. Call them and tell them you're. I was very much a girl even in the school though I wore pant and shirt as uniform. The tailor stitched my uniform in the girlish way and I never even thought of being a boy. The girls in my class moved with me freely and the boys thought it was a privilege to talk to me. They always addressed me as Honey instead of my school name Joan. The girls used to discuss everything freely about the boys and all sorts keeping them with me andused to share their jokes with me. Many of them would come to.