At the start thirtyminutes was all I could handle but, gradually, worked up to longerperiods without much discomfort.For the first week or so I never ...even looked at Mary's clothes. I worethe shoes and practiced the makeup techniques Gloria had shown meincluding wearing one of the wigs Tony fitted for me. The first few timesI almost gave up because the look was nowhere close to what they achievedat the boutique."What am I doing wrong" was the gist of the message I e-mailed to Gloriawith a head. " You can be a real bitch Anna." Brent was smiling though. "I'm almost tempted to take you up on that but I wouldn't be able to go near the gym." If there are ladies around it might make you popular." If there are ladies around it might get me tossed out. I'll be heading out afterwards so you needn't worry about me turning up until dinnertime. Bye, and don't get up to anything I wouldn't think about." Bye Brent." Goodbye."They waited until they heard him drive away and burst out laughing. She pulled off her sweater and jeans and then stood there looking at herself in the full length mirror in her underwear. She touched her pussy with her right hand and felt that it was very wet. She took off her bra and panties and slipped into her thin white nightie and crawled into bed.About half an hour later the bedroom door opened softly and the sound of soft footsteps walked in and then shut the door.Ryan took off his shirt and jeans and climbd into his side of the bed. He glanced over at. "Ch-charlie-two?"Melody did her best to project a calm assurance she didn't feel. "India-Charlie-Three, this is India-Charlie-Two. Status. Over." Charlie-Two, the refugees ... they..." The voice trailed off, but over the open mike, she thought she heard sobbing. She realized she was holding her breath, and forced herself to a slow steady rhythm. "India-Charlie-Two, I am inside Track Three-One, hatches locked. The ramp was down on the other track when they hit us. Some of the refugees came.