I might have misread the whole thingbecause I viewed myself as a straight man instead of the gay man myemployees thought I was.Looking back on it, I'm... sure the girls had caught me looking at themand figured that I was admiring their clothes. They probably guessed Iwas a cross-dresser already. Some of the men probably guessed it too.It was at that moment that I realized how badly I had misinterpretedeverything around me the last few weeks. I had played out a fantasythat had been in my head in. The look of confusion and indecision, and even a little fear, made her seem so vulnerable. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and tell her I was sorry and that everything was OK. But I was frozen in my seat just like I was frozen in place last night. Then she chuckled."I almost said it wasn't any of your business, but then I realized how stupid and selfish that would have sounded. You're right. The nature of our relationship has made it your concern, I guess. You're also right that I should have. School was uneventful. Nobody said anything about his hair untilJane could get him alone. ?Why are you wearing a wig?? Janeasked sweetly as they waited their turn on the mats in gym class.Paul in his white t-shirt and blue shorts just turned to Jane in herleotard and tights. ?I?m not wearing a wig.? Paul protested.?Your hair wasn?t like that at your birthday yesterday.? Jane saidwith a knowing smile. ?I think I would have remembered a hairstyle like that.? ?I thought the same thing.? Paul. This made her jump as she’d not been expecting it, letting out a soft whistle he took that as his cue to take it easy on her at first and began to back down a bit. Merie knelt down near him and licked his cheek as she knew I would be expecting her to act like a canine companion to Fido. She sat there for a moment and waited as I walked to her, replacing the collar that she was used to with a choke chain, one that she’d seen me fit on Fido before he learned what the rules were. I remember.