We still have half an hour before dinner. We have sometime. Very well. Each week, as I said, we have a special party. Wehave fifteen members of our or...ganization. Carefully screened wives andhusbands who meet certain requirements." She went on the explain about how the group was formed and howthey all had husbands in similar situations. "During the evening the husbands cater to all the wives. Theyare responsible for the food, drinks, everything your wife used toworry about and take care of. We. You're the first person I've told." Cool," is all Michael said, grinning."That's all you can say?" Abby asked in bewilderment."It's no big deal. I know several trans women and a few trans men.There's even a LGBTQ club near downtown that's owned by a trans woman.Check it out when you're old enough." Are you going to tell anyone?" Abby asked, not entirely sure how shewanted him to answer."That would be very un-cool. Nope, not my place to say anything. Also,sorry about all the uh, the sex talk,". That wasn't exactly what he had bargained for, but as he looked around the room, he knew that there would be no way to escape from this web of crime he had become involved in without being aware of it."What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask as his face turned an ashen color and he was afraid that he would be sick.Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package which contained a sugar like substance."Heroin!" he gasped."That's right," Price agreed cheerfully. "It was. What was wrong with her? They had worked together for years and had never had any awkwardness between them. So why now? On the periphery of his consciousness he realized she was chatting about the apartment, but his mind was working almost solely on what his best move might be.Walking near her, he let his body graze hers, invading personal space but not so egregiously that she felt threatened. He knew she was a bit skittish, so he had to carefully find the balance between pushing but not too.
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