No matter what vow you make to yourself that from now on you willmeasure up as a man, that you've worn your last pair of panties, thatyou'll never aga...in slip your feet into a pair of strappy stilettosandals--that you won't even allow yourself to think of such tantalizingdelights again--you know it is hopeless. You have made such vowscountless times before.You've even gone so far as to throw away your secret stash of girlyclothes, erase the sissy sites from your computer history, delete. Elizabeth checked herhair. Blonde, tied back in a ponytail, lightly streaked with white.She wished she’d thought to put on more makeup earlier. She was on theyoung side of forty and looked thirty-five, but maybe he wouldn’t likeher look. He liked Mary, and she was a couple years older, but hemight not want another fortysomething mother, no matter how much timeshe spent with Abs of Steel. He knocked this time. Elizabeth saw the shadow of his head through the little windowin the front. I very rarely saw knickers, only in lucky views, and I’d never seen skirts that short. Problem was, the camera would go to them as they danced to a band performing on the show, and then back to the band. I was desperate to spunk my pants watching them, but if the camera turned to some goofy git, it would be a disaster. There was also the problem that this was a popular show, so they were always more people than normal in the room. I could clasp my hands in my lap and then gently rub up and. "My secretaryjust advised me the manager I left in charge of the office in ourabsence isn't handling some matters very well. Brandy will fill youin on what I want her to accomplish while I'm back in New York. Heshook my hand, kissed his daughter on the cheek and left in a hurry.After he left, Brandy sat back down beside my bed and took my handsinto hers again. "What my dad wants me to accomplish, concerns you ina way, Mel. That writer from the newspaper checked with theproduction company from.