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Rachael, Crossing the Line - II Theresa Carter graciously edited this chapter for me and she also assisted in some of the creative content. I highly recommend any would be authors out there to have their stories edited. Theresa is a joy to work with, is a very talented author in her own rights, and can be contacted at - theresad_c@h... Thanks again Theresa! Chapter 3 is already in the works! I hope to make it available soon. If you have comments or additions you would like to see included in upcoming chapters please feel free to leave feedback or contact me at RachelMnM@H... . I appreciate every word you write in the feedback area! Thanks for taking the time to do it! This should go without saying, but for legal purposes this story is pure fiction! This story contains original works of authorship that are protected under U.S. and international copyright laws. Any use of this story without the authors consent is in violation of copyright laws and damages may be assessed to the offending party. Any similarities to actual persons living or not are purely coincidental. If you have questions about the use of this story please contact me. Thanks, I hope you enjoy this offering - Rachel --- Rachael, Crossing the Line II - by: Rachel M. Moore November 17th, 8:02 PM I pulled the Porsche into my garage and closed the garage door before I had even turned the car off. It's not like I had to worry about prying neighbors or anything, I was just feeling a little nervous about the deal I had just made with Brad. Of course driving this little red Porsche around made it a little easier to accept my new predicament - so why the nerves? Excitement maybe? I grabbed my shoes and purse from the passenger seat and opened the door. I had tried driving the stick shift with my high heeled shoes on, but just couldn't get it right. Damn heels! I wasn't sure I wanted to drive barefoot all the time, so I would have to get used to driving in heels. I entered the kitchen, which was just off the garage. The light on the answering machine was flashing, probably John calling to harass me about not going to the Deuces High tavern last night. I pushed play and as the little tape rewound I opened the fridge looking for something to drink. "Heeeey Mike!" It was Shannon and she sounded like she was in the middle of the bar. "We're waiting for you to get here, right Michelle?" and there was a "Hoo Hoo!" in the background, which must have been Michelle. "Don't let me down Mike, get your ass over here or we'll come hunt you down!" she said giggling. "Yeah you fucking pussy, get your cherry ass over here!" John was bellowing, obviously having taken the phone from Shannon who could be heard in the background complaining for him to give her the phone back. "Sorry Mikey, we jus . . " and the message ended before Shannon could apologize for John being a major dick head again. "November 16th - 11:34 PM" the message machine said in its computer enhanced voice. Oh well I thought, that's the way it goes. My Vegas outing had me well on the other side of the line and the timetable Brad had gotten me to agree to left no time to worry about the past. Brad wanted me to get my personal affairs in order and to get ready to make the move over to his place. The plan was simple - pack what was absolutely necessary from my house, which would be needed to keep 'Rachel' going for a couple days. In those couple days things were going to move really fast and he agreed, after some begging on my part, to take Monday and Tuesday off from work to be with me. Of course he wasn't all that thrilled, but seeing how I was going to be part of his meal ticket for the next year he didn't fight me too much on this. The rest of my things, he said, would be placed in storage. Next he would arrange a new driver's license and a legal name change so we could get passed any uncomfortable encounters with the authorities. The other part of the name change involved the legal documents we would have drawn up for our corporation. Everything was going to be on the level I had insisted and he assured me he wouldn't want it any other way. The name change was going to happen tomorrow - a Sunday. I questioned the backroom manner this all was getting done and he just assured me again it was all on the up and up. "Totally legal," he insisted. He explained he knew a judge who owed him for something or other and he had a friend working at the Department of Licensing that had done 'after hours' work for him in the past. "Relax, you trust me don't you?" he kept saying. Yes, I trusted him, but I felt like my life was entering a tornado of changes. I mean, changes I wanted, but - well it was just a little scary and Brad would just have to put up with my lack of nerve a little longer. I headed for the bathroom and started that hot bath I was supposed to have taken when I got home from my adventure - which was before my life got turned upside down seventeen hours ago. I was excited and a little frightened all at the same time. I was going to be hanging my ass way out there, but I felt sure Brad had my best interests at heart. After the name change would come a quick load of my personal items into a truck and it would be time to move into Brad's place. If there was one thing I was particularly excited about it was this, living with this fabulous man. Ah! I mean he was a friend right? Our little encounter this morning meant?? We had shared a very intimate moment together and - well he was my first. Need I say more? I crossed way over the line and it didn't look like I would be turning back. I don't think I could even if I wanted. I didn't want to let Brad down and somehow that kept me on course. He knew it too. Damn it! Not even a woman yet and getting used like one! I settled into the bath, the bubbles caressing my skin and began my cleansing ritual. I shaved my legs and arms, trimmed my pubic hair into a nice small and tight feminine vee-shape ? why not I thought, I don't need a bush any more right? Then I washed and conditioned my hair, it must have been excitement that got me out of the tub in record time. After my other outings as Rachel I would follow my bath by removing my finger and toe nail polish. Tonight I reapplied a nice thick coating to both; no need to remove this hot red polish after today! My smile broadened with every stroke of the little brush. After the polish dried I put a few curlers in my hair and fished a long pink night T-shirt from my special drawer of clothing I kept in the back of my closet. I grinned widely thinking there would be no more of that! No more keeping my clothes out of sight. I found a pair of nice white satin panties and slid them up my smooth legs. Then it was time to prep for bed. Moisturizer for my face, arms, and legs, then my lips got a coat of glossy lip balm. I took a step back from the mirror and examined the results. I looked just like a flat chest young girl. The hair was right, the face ? even without make-up was close to being all woman, the cute shirt, the legs, it all said woman. I just couldn't get my heart to smile, I was breast- less and it was to damn depressing. Before I could begin to beat myself up about how I looked anymore the phone rang. Shit! I jumped about a foot and realized I wasn't me, I mean I was Rachel. Fuck! OK, answer the phone like you were in bed and throw in a little sinus cold for good measure ? it was almost 10:45 PM for heavens sake who the hell is calling me this late? "Huh? Hello?" I croaked in my best gravely Mike voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number," the caller said. "Brad?" I said, a lot more awake sounding and a bit softer. "Rachel," he said puzzled, "is that you?" I had to shift gears quickly and answered him as Rachel in a smooth controlled voice ? probably a little too seductively. "Hi Brad, sorry about that ? wasn't sure who was calling." What did he think ? I lived like this 24 x 7? "Whew, you had me worried for a minute. Anyway, I need you here by 7:00 AM tomorrow not 10:00 AM like we discussed. Just dress casual, like you would for a driver's license. We'll knock that out first and then head over to see the judge for the name change. Kind of backwards, but it's the only way I could get it worked out with these guys on a Sunday and such short notice. You still alright with all this?" he said with genuine concern in his voice. That was Brad, a mix of business and concern for me. I was feeling like I had a schoolgirl crush on him or something. Which, I guess I did, to an extent. This was all so damn confusing! "Yeah, I'm fine Brad. I just want to get this over with and be on our way. I'm not feeling too confident about anything else right at the moment though," I said with mild complaining in my voice. We had no sooner agreed on the terms of our new partnership than he started spelling out the hundreds of things I would have to do to get things moving. We didn't fight about it, but I wasn't the lamb being led to slaughter that I think he was expecting. He still didn't know me very well and the bottom line was I might look convincing to him, but on the inside there is constant conflict. I had a definite confidence problem. And hell, I didn't know him that well. Shit! Why do I question every fucking thought? "Rach, tomorrow will be the easy part. Trust me. Oh, I almost forgot! I got you a consultation with a plastic surgeon on Wednesday to talk about breast implants. He's a friend of a friend and he'll want to see you - after hours, of course. That break just kind of fell into place ? you are going to be well on your way kiddo!" he said playfully. FUCK ME! I had just left Brad's place not three hours ago and I'm set for a name change, new driver's license, and a chat with some plastic surgeon about breast implants! Damn this was moving way to fast. I couldn't speak. I just sat there on my bed looking at the clock, 10:49 PM. Shit! "Rach?" Brad said softly. "I'm fine Brad. This is just moving so fast. I can't?" and I paused. "Yes you can, Rachel Marie Moore!" I smiled that he remembered my new name. "Listen to me, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Rach, you need to relax. There isn't anything you can't do. I believe that about you and if I didn't we wouldn't be having this conversation. Understand?" he said in a demanding tone. "Yes, I understand," I said meekly, "I'll be ready, Brad, I promise. Good night." And I hung up the phone before he could say anything more. I sat for a minute thinking about what needed to get done before I could go to sleep and went off gathering documents and pertinent information Brad had said would make getting a few other things lined up easier. When I returned to my room it was 11:23 PM. If I could fall asleep quickly I could get about five hours of sleep before I needed to be up to get ready for the day. I pulled the sheets back and climbed into bed. The sheets were cold on my smooth legs and I hugged my body pillow. I started thinking about Brad and all the promises he had made? and I was asleep before I knew it. November 18th, 8:15 AM I had just asked Brad for the fourth time how I looked and whether I should have worn a sweater instead of this blouse when we pulled into the Department of Licensing parking lot. I inhaled a little louder than I expected and caught a playful grin from Brad. "Relax, you look fine," and he caressed my hand. "Let's do this," and he was out the door. I was tingling. Was it his touch or nerves about what I was about to do? I was dressed simply, a just below the knee salt and pepper patterned skirt, white blouse, white pantyhose, and black pumps. I had my black purse from last night, my only other one being red, so this one would just have to do. I was NERVOUS! HELLO! I can't believe I was walking into a DOL office to get a license dressed as Rachel. Shit! I only owned four complete outfits, two dresses and no jeans, so looking casual for this event just wasn't going to happen. Whatever! At the door Brad peered into an empty looking office and rapped twice on the glass. A man in his early thirties came over and greeted us at the door. "Hey Brad." "Hi, Jeff, this is Rachel," he said letting me enter first. I just smiled. "Hi, Rachel, well let's get you over to the counter here and get the DMV info on you prepped," he said leading us to the counter. "Brad says you need a new license because of some stalker issue? Men stalking women has got to be pretty lame," he continued from behind a computer monitor. "Name?" Brad stepped in and I just stared blankly at him ? stalker? Would have helped to let me in on our cover story I thought with a strained look! "Jeff, make the address my house, the name Rachel Marie Moore, DOB?" he looked at me. "February 1st, 1978," I said meekly. I thought I had already told Brad when my birthday was, he knew when it was. Whatever! "Where were you born?" Jeff asked me, hands flying on the keyboard. "Here in Vegas," I said, suddenly realizing that he had no clue I was really Michael Brian Moore! He thought I was really some `stalked' woman being rescued by Brad! Oh shit! This was priceless. "OK?" the keyboard stopped in mid-stroke and Jeff looked at Brad with a serious look on his face, then over to me, "I have to ask?" here it comes I thought! Yes, I'm really a man - I wanted to scream, don't arrest me!!! "You're not a felon or have a criminal past, right?" I wanted to pee my panties right then and there! I looked over at Brad, who just looked at me blankly. "Ah, no. I've never even gotten a traffic ticket," I said innocently. "OK then, let's get a picture." He led us over to the camera and pointed me to a mirror on the wall. Shit! Now what, do I have a five o'clock shadow or something? Then I realized he probably thought I would just want to primp and fret over myself before getting my picture taken, so I played along. I wasn't going to look any better than I was, but I took a hairbrush out of my purse and rearranged a few hairs then stood on the line, smiled, and `flash'! Two minutes later I was officially, well not exactly, Rachel Marie Moore. I looked in awe at the license. A genuine Nevada license and it said `Sex: F'. Oh shit! This was too perfect. We walked over to the door and I thanked Jeff for doing this for me, he just smiled and pulled Brad aside. I couldn't hear them clearly, but I did catch Brad slipping an envelope into Jeff's hand. Payment no doubt for doing this, I wondered how much it cost. Worth every penny I smiled, squeezing my purse a little tighter. When we got in the car I couldn't resist pulling out the license. I mean this was unreal! Brad just smiled. "Hey, what was all that whispering you two were doing?" I asked playfully. "Nothing, just making sure he wasn't going to get busted," Brad replied. "That was all?" I pressed. "No, he wanted to know if he could call you. I said you were on the rebound and to give it a month or so," Brad said seriously. "Bullshit!" I quipped. "I'm serious Rach, he asked if I minded him calling you to ask you out. Here," he tossed me his cell phone, "call him. See if I'm bullshitting you," his tone challenging me. Did I die and go to heaven overnight? This can't be happening! I was beaming and Brad knew it. "See, you are the real deal, Rach, and it's only going to get better!" he said with some pride in his voice. We talked about nothing in particular for the next ten minutes or so and I noticed we had driven into some kind of residential area. There were huge homes and exquisitely manicured lawns. We passed a golf course sign and I guessed some of these homes bordered the course. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Allen's condo is just up here a ways. He's expecting us. This shouldn't take long," Brad said. When I had arrived at Brad's house this morning we went through my papers, making copies of my birth certificate and SSN card. He explained that all we'd have to do is take the papers his lawyer drew up overnight to the judge, sign a few forms, and it was as good as official. I was amazed he had gotten so much done, lined up, and solidified! I left his place last night at around 7:45 PM ? did this man not sleep? Then it hit me ? `Official'. Shit! My parents. What was I going to do about my parents? I could probably stall for a month or so, but I would have to come clean eventually. My job; I'd already decided to call in sick tomorrow and just take the rest of the week off as vacation. Short notice, but work really wasn't that busy. Then I would send them a letter saying they could send my last check and tax forms to my parent's house. I'd have a heck of a time explaining this shit to John and Shannon if they decided to pop by. Fuck, I need to get out of my house tomorrow at the latest. Damn! We came to a stop in front of a beautiful looking condo/town townhouse- like complex and every butterfly in my stomach was fluttering its little wings. Brad didn't waste any time getting out of the car and us to the judge's door. `Official' just kept ringing in my head. Damn, just let this slide by easy I prayed silently. When Allen came to the door he was not what I had expected. He was easily in his early sixties, short, balding badly, slightly overweight, wearing huge black frame glasses that made him look like a mole. Oh crap! He invited us in and Brad made the introductions. Other than that I didn't speak a single word until it was time to leave. Brad produced all the necessary paper work and I signed a half dozen times on various lines of the documents and showed Allen my `new' driver's license then watched as he read over a few of the documents. He only talked to Brad and I really could have cared less. Just do your judge magic and get me out of here! Ten minutes max and I was thanking Allen for his time and Brad escorted me to the door. "Wait outside for just a minute," he said softly. No argument there! The sun was shinning and I'd just signed my old life away. Well, I was going to be legally someone other than who I was ten minutes ago. I still couldn't believe it. I stood patiently on the sidewalk basking in the sun, thinking about the new life that lay ahead, and the? "Ready?" Brad said, interrupting my thoughts and touching me softly on the shoulder. "Yeah. Any problems? Was it me or was that guy creepy?" I asked taking his arm as we walked back to the BMW. "He's creepy, I'll give you that, but he's damn handy. Not only that, he knows his shit. Your license caught his attention. That we'd done that first without these legal documents didn't go over too well with him. If we'd done this through normal channels that would never have happened. I mean, he didn't make much of a fuss about it, but he knows we went at this backwards. Hell, I wasn't about to tell Jeff you weren't what he thought you were! It's the state's problem now. Let's get some lunch. It's about 11:00 and I'm starved; plus I got a headache, which I'm afraid is about to be yours also," he said opening the car door for me. "What headache?" I asked as he closed the door. I watched him walk around and get in. "What do you mean?" I asked determined to get an answer. Brad just looked straight ahead, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I moved a little forward to catch his eye. "You're scaring me Brad? what headache?" I said shakily. "Well," he started slowly, "How do I put this?" he was stalling. "Just tell me damn it!" the panic thick in my voice. "OK, part of the cost of getting Allen to do this for us is him getting the use of our services," he said not looking at me. What? NO FUCKING WAY! "Fuck that Brad! 'm not doing anything with that old bastard!" my voice sounding more like Michael than Rachel. "I'm serious!" and I grabbed his arm. "You call that bastard up right now and tell him I am not going to see him! No way, Brad!" my voice more pleading now than demanding. Brad smiled and looked over at me as if he were about to laugh in my face. "Relax, Rach! Shit! It's not what you think," he began, "Allen needs you to be seen with a friend of his, nothing more. Besides this is what we do, we provide a service to our customers ? the parameters of which YOU decide." He stopped to look left before turning right at a stoplight. "You're not being asked to sleep with anyone for Christ's sake, just be someone's `eye candy', `arm jewelry'. Where's the problem?" he said looking over at me then back to the traffic. "I don't understand," I said a little more calmly. "What's to understand, Rach? Allen is involved in more than just the legal system around this city. He does things for people and people do things for him. Look, it's a pretty simple favor he's asked of us - just have dinner and a few drinks with a friend of his, maybe even go dancing, and that's it. How many times do I have to tell you that you call the shots? Nothing you don't want to happen will happen. We're talking ?four to six hours of your time." He paused to look over his shoulder before switching lanes. "Honestly, we really don't have much of a choice, I already said you would do it," he said sheepishly. Shit! I can't do this, I know I can't do this. I mean, to this point it's been Brad I've been Rachel for. What if I screw up? What if I'm found out? How do I handle this guy? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "When?" I asked, the defeat in my voice ringing in my own ears. I was wondering when my resolve had disappeared. "Well, that's the headache part," he began, "'cause, Tony is coming into town tonight around 5:00 and will be attending the opening of the Grand Cayman casino. Nothing fancy or anything, he's not big on formal events. In fact he probably won't even wear a suit tonight. The plan is for you meet him at 9:00 PM in the bar, have dinner, and, well the rest is up to you two to decide. I'm sure he might want to have a drink after dinner or play a little in the casino," he continued as a matter of fact. Tonight? Alarm bells were going off all around me. Breathe? just breathe Rachel. "Tonight? I can't do this tonight, Brad! I don't have anything to wear! I mean, I can't wear a dress!" cupping my breast forms almost comically. "Hell, I only have two dresses anyway and they both are second hand store rags like this skirt and blouse! No, I can't do this. Please, Brad, not tonight," I was begging, the panic boiling over in my voice. Brad just looked on through the traffic as if he was calculating his next words. "You have to Rach, ordinarily you will call the shots as to when you work, but this is kind of a payback for Allen sticking his neck out for us. We really need to do this and, as for what you wear tonight, what's wrong with what you have on?" Can someone please tell me what it is with men and not understanding clothing? "By 9:00 tonight his outfit will look like I slept in it all day. I can't wear this! I won't wear this! My clothes from last night are on the floor at home. I think we can pretty much rule out a dress of some kind - at least the ones I own. If you think I have some huge wardrobe or something you are grossly mistaken. Brad, I can't do this!" and I stopped briefly to ponder other excuses. "Don't you see?" I said, like that was the best I could come up with. "I can fix the clothes problem, Rach, after lunch we'll go shopping. As for dresses, I think you could wear a dress, it just can't be some spaghetti strap number or some low-cut cleavage billboard," he said pulling into a parking lot of a small Italian restaurant. "You know what I need you to do? Have an open mind. Believe me, if Allen would have thought you were some kind of freak he wouldn't have asked for this favor. Let's go eat," and with that he opened the door of the car and got out. I didn't move. He shut his door and walked around to my side of the car. I wasn't expecting him to open the door, but I guess I sat there a little longer than he thought was necessary to get moving. "Come on!" he said playfully, "this place serves the best spaghetti and meatballs in town! You'll love it. Kim and John Vincino are the owners and are good friends of mine," he said, holding my hand as I got out of the car. The sun was warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Why hadn't it been this way last night? If I hadn't gotten a damn flat tire in that rainstorm none of this would be happening now. I glared at Brad and said, "More friends of yours? Well you can forget about me doing anymore favors for anyone else today!" then softened my face into a slight grin. "Smart-ass!" he teased back at me, slapping me on the ass. "Oooo! Spank me, daddy," I said and we both laughed as we went into the restaurant. I wouldn't say I had just rolled over and played dead, but I was relaxing a bit about my first night of employment as a female escort. Brad just seemed to be able to reach inside of me and get me focused, on track. How I didn't know, but I know I liked doing things for him, pleasing him, so maybe that was it - I really wanted to do these things? Lunch was, as Brad said it would be, very good - though I would bet my mom's spaghetti sauce was as good as what we ate. I worried through the whole meal I was going to splatter my white blouse or slurp sauce on my face. Funny thing about all the Italian restaurants I've ever eaten in, they are so dark and dimly lit. Must be some kind of 'romantic atmosphere' they think needs to be created? Kim and John were polite and friendly, no surprise there I guess. Kim, I think, sensed something was different about me, but she just couldn't put a finger on it exactly. At least she didn't seem to have me figured out. Brad asked her about a good place to shop for some clothes for me, telling her he had lost out on a bet with me and owed me an outfit. She was all too eager to point us to a couple trendy shops close by and she and I talked about shoes briefly when Brad wasn't monopolizing her attentions. Speaking of sensing things, I kind of felt there was something up between these two. John was completely oblivious to their spark, but I could tell Brad and Kim had some kind of history. I'd have to ask about it later. Kim offered to tag along, but before I could offer up any resistance Brad said he wanted to give me his uninterrupted attention. I just smiled politely and said maybe we could do it another day. Thank you, Brad, I thought and rubbed my foot along his leg. Kim was gracious about it, not missing a beat, encouraging me to take full advantage of my 'win'. It sounded to me like she had cashed in on a bet with Brad in the past or something. Now I was really curious about this woman's history with my man. 'My man'? Where the hell did that thought come from I wondered. When it was time to leave Brad repeatedly tried to pay the bill, but John insisted it was on the house. Before we left he slid $40 under one of our plates. We said our good-byes and headed out for some serious shopping. This was going to be interesting! November 18th, 1:35 PM - Claire Dryden's Boutique Claire Dryden's Boutique looked like money from the outside. This place said 'snob' and 'rich bitch' all in the same breath. The boutique was empty when we entered except for a sharply dressed saleswoman at the counter who was just closing up a box lunch. The first thing I noticed was the clothes. Then the smell of sweet jasmine floating delicately in the air and if heaven was even remotely like this store I was sure I was there. The boutique had designer original gowns that easily went for thousands of dollars on one of the walls and the dress and lingerie racks held similar selections that screamed 'quality' and big money. I had never seen anything like this before in my life. I looked quickly over to Brad who was making his way over to the saleswoman and I wondered why we didn't just go to Target or K-Mart. Some place easier to blend in. "Good afternoon. I'm Lisa Dryden, how may I help you?" I heard the woman saying to Brad. "Hi, my beautiful friend, Rachel, needs a few items and I was wondering if you could help her out. I'm going to leave her here in your care for say one or two hours?" Brad was saying. Leave me here? The hell you are! My glare at the back of his head was saying from across the boutique. "Will that be enough time to get her set up with a couple outfits and any accessories she might need?" "I'm sure we can find plenty of things to keep Rachel occupied for the next couple hours. Here's my card, call us at 3:00 and we'll let you know how we're doing," Lisa said smiling. And before I knew it Brad was hugging me good-bye and the little ring of the boutique's bell was fading away in my ears as he was driving away. I just stood there in shock. He left me. He actually left me here alone! What was I thinking? Why didn't I say anything? I stood there staring out the window when I noticed Lisa standing beside me. Oh shit! OK, just say 'Oh, Thanks but I need to be going' and leave! No, run! I needed? "He's a very handsome man, he would have been bored here waiting while you try things on, don't you think?" she said startling me out of my inner conflicts. "You know, I think I should?," I began and then noticed her looking at me strangely. She knew! Oh fuck, she knew! Now I knew I had to get the hell out of here. I had Brad's cell phone number in my purse and would just call him and tell him to get his ass back here and get me out of here. Then I would? "Oh my?" here it comes I thought, bracing myself on the inside for a full frontal attack. "You are very beautiful. How long have you been doing this?" Lisa asked with genuine admiration in her voice. OK, just walk out? just turn, head for the door, find a phone, 'You are very beautiful'. Did I just hear her right? She knew, but was complimenting me? My ears were ringing, so my blood pressure must be skyrocketing, but she did just compliment me though, I'm sure of it. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she continued. "This is a good look on you. I'm serious. The make-up is near perfect, let me show you a few things," and she took my arm and guided me to a large mirrored vanity in the corner. It was full of blush, eyeliners, lip pencils, and probably every make-up tool known to women. "Here, sit for a second while I get a smock for you," and she disappeared around the corner. When she returned she quickly helped me put it on and stood back to look me over again with a discerning eye. "God, if you do this everyday I can tell you this, you are better at it than half the women who come in here," she teased her fingers about the edges of my hair. "I especially like this cut on you. Whoever did it knew what they were doing," and she stopped to think a moment. "Can I try something on you?" she asked. "Sure," I said a little unsure of what I was getting into. Lisa took my hand and made a couple color swipes on it with lipstick and held my hand to my face. "Hmmm?," she said and quickly wiped them off. "OK, how about these?" they were different shades of red, darker, and just a little duller than I was used to. Hand to my face again? "I like this better," she said, "it will make your lips look fuller don't you think?" I had to admit, the color was better. "Yes, I like it better," I said looking into the mirror and into her eyes. She came around front and applied the lipstick. Then with a little darker almost brown lip pencil she traced the edges of my lips. "'Poker Red'," she said. She smiled and nodded her agreement to her handiwork and wrote something on a piece of paper. "OK, I like that eye shadow you have on, but it really isn't the best for you. Close your eyes." I did and felt her rub my eyelids with care, removing my eye shadow. "All right, this color is called 'Hazel Mist', let's see how it looks," and she began applying it to my left eye. "This one is called Champagne Gold'," and my right eye got the same gentle treatment with the different color. "Hmmm? I think I like the Champagne Gold. What do you think?" Again I nodded my agreement and Lisa smiled back at me. For twenty minutes she brushed, applied, checked, highlighted, and taught me about make-up. I was like a sponge trying to soak up every word, watching every application technique, and blending trick. It was incredible and Lisa was eager to teach. When she wasn't telling me something to do to enhance my appearance she was talking about the store and the snobbish clients they had to put up with. Her mother opened the store eight years ago and had quite a clientele, in fact, several of her mom's clients had purchased gowns and dresses for the opening of the Grand Cayman casino tonight. It was then I made my first mistake? "Yeah, that's why I'm here actually. I'm going to be there tonight for dinner." I wanted to bite my tongue right off! I tried not to make a face. "Wow! That man of yours must be well connected. It's an invitation only opening, the security is going to be insane. Oh, we have to get you the perfect gown! Come on!" she said, tugging at me to get up and follow her. Damn it! Why did I do that? I let my guard down, got too comfortable, FUCK! "Oh, really I can't wear a gown tonight, we're just meeting someone informally," I said with a little more pleading in my tone than I expected. "Oh, OK," Lisa said realizing she was pushing me a little too hard. "How about a nice dress then, can't go wrong there," she said smiling. Thinking about my lack of breasts I stuttered, "Well? actually these aren't? you know?" I sort of just stopped mid-sentence. "Not a problem. When I'm through with you not even your mother will be able to tell they aren't real!" she said smiling and turned toward the front door. "I think we'll close early today, been slow anyway, all the dresses for tonight have been picked up, so why the hell not? You go find a changing room and I'll be there in just a minute. Do you know what size you wear?" Embarrassing question number 315. Did I know my size? No? Not really. I knew my bra and panty sizes, but that didn't necessarily translate into dress size. Besides, I didn't think I could pull off wearing a dress on a date without have realistic breasts. Augh! gain I was feeling like I wanted to be out of here! I could just wear this skirt and blouse and hope my pretty face got all the attention with this array of make-up Brad would soon be purchasing. Grrrrr!! I just headed for the dressing rooms. "You look like a 6 or 7? What are you about 125 pounds?" she called back to me. "36C?" she called again. I didn't say a word, just found a large changing room and stood there admiring my face. Boy, if I just had the real body to go with? "Alright. Let's get you out of those clothes and see what we have to work with. You have a pretty natural shape, I think we can kick it up a notch though with these." She was holding an elegantly laced waist cinching girdle and a seductive black strapless corset. "You have a nice ass, but this girdle will shape it a little, make it look fuller. If you want really full, I can get a padded one, but I think that would be way too much," she continued not missing a beat. "I'm not sure where you're hiding things, so this might be a tight fit with the girdle, it's a size 7. This strapless corset looks innocent enough, but it has built-in air bladders and accent padding. Pretty amazing little piece of lingerie I'd say. Wait till you see real cleavage!" she said smiling. Then she just stopped talking and stood there waiting for me to undress. I turned shyly around and undid my blouse. She was right there to take it from me. She came up behind me and lifted my arms, then took a tape measure around my chest. "You want to stay with 36C?" she asked softly. I just stood there dumbfounded. "You could possibly go 36D, your frame could handle it; I mean it wouldn't look unnatural. Only thing is guys will be looking at your tits all night and nothing else," she smiled a little. "I think I'll stick with 36C," I said with a little more confidence. "I agree with you, stick with what ya got. If you want more we can always work that out," and before she finished her sentence she had unclasped my bra and was sliding it off my shoulders and arms, careful to not drop the breastforms within. I never attached them with adhesive like so many other women I had heard did. I guess it went back to my quick-change philosophy, if I needed to change quickly back into Michael. Lisa put my bra on the couch in the dressing room and returned with the corset. She expertly slipped it around my chest and made a few adjustments. "Take a deep breath in and hold it? " she said. I did as instructed and she cinched it down tight in front. "OK, again," and I took another breath in while she adjusted the sides and pulled the back tight. It was getting tough to breathe. "You OK?" she asked. I just nodded. She went back to the girdle and brought a little device over. "This is the pump for the cups. You see this padding?" She was pointing at the bottom of the corset bra cups. "When we add air to this it's going to fill out and push your chest up and in. At first it might be a little weird feeling, but just watch." With that she attached the pump and began inflating. At first I felt nothing and then slowly I felt my chest getting tight. It didn't really hurt, in fact I was more amazed watching it than I had time to worry about it hurting. Before I knew it I had cleavage. Real cleavage that was really mine! I couldn't believe it. Lisa could see I was impressed. "Sit here for a second," and she left the changing room. When she came back she had some powder and what looked like blush. She came around in front of me and dabbed at my chest with the blush like an artist. When she moved aside and we looked at it together, I was beyond words. It looked like I had real breasts! No more flat-chested schoolgirl with fake plastic inserts! I was in total awe! "Well?" she said with a wicked grin, "Think these will do the trick?" I could barely speak. "Aaa? God, how do they do this?" I stammered. "Wasn't me, modern science!" she said smiling. "That is a perfect 36C and they look great on you! I wish I looked as good as you do!" I stood and admired myself from each side. I bent forward and bounced up and down a little. This thing made it look like I had real breasts! Holy Shit! "I like it Lisa, I really like it!" I was fumbling over my words. Wow! I didn't know what to think. I mean, I obviously didn't have real breasts, but what I was seeing in the mirror said different. I was so preoccupied with them I didn't notice Lisa had left the dressing room. "Not sure what I was thinking about with that girdle there?," she said returning from the boutique, "you would have to wear pantyhose or thigh-high hose with this one and those can be such a pain. This one, "as she pulled it from behind some clothing draped over her arm, "has garter attachments. A much better choice if you ask me. Once you put this thing on you are not going to want to be worrying about pulling it up and down. I mean getting it on and off is kind of a pain, so it has this snap crotch to make it easier to?" she paused, "you know, go to the ladies room." She handed the girdle to me. "I'll leave you for a second so you can put it on. Just come out when you're ready and we'll try some dresses on," she reached up and pulled the curtain closed leaving me alone in the dressing room wearing just my skirt, pantyhose, flats, and my new best friend ? this corset. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I quickly undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I kicked off my flats and pulled my panties and pantyhose down in one quick movement. The gaffe held everything in place. I stepped into the girdle and wiggled it up my legs, pulling and adjusting as I went. It didn't feel as constricting as I thought it would and the mirror rewarded me with the image I had worked all my life to create - that of a beautiful woman. This had to be a dream. I just couldn't believe? "How's it going Rachel? Do you need any help?" Lisa asked. "No, I think I'm ready," and before I could psyche myself up for Lisa seeing me, she opened the curtains. "Wow!" she gasped, "You look incredible! I know what I want you to try on first!" She turned and selected a white blazer with matching skirt. "Here, hold this. You need some hose," and she trotted back into the boutique, returning with a pair of white lacey hose. "Perfect!" she said handing me the hosiery. The unsure look on my face must have spoken volumes, because she quickly went through the clothes she had assembled for me to try on and handed me a red sequined spaghetti strapped top. "Guess you'll need this also," she said giggling. Before I could move or protest she closed the curtains on me. I guess it had been decided this is what I would try on first. It's not that I disliked what she had picked out for me, it was that I wasn't sure I could wear something like this. I stood dumbfounded another couple seconds and then just decided to just go for it. I unpackaged the stockings and pulled them on slowly, hooking them to the garters on the lace covered girdle. Next came the skirt, which was lined so I wouldn't need a slip. It fit perfectly. I stopped to assess my progress. Not bad? not bad at all! The top had me a little worried. It was gorgeous, elegant, and spicy hot all rolled into one skimpy little strapped number. I carefully put it on and it rode just below the top of the waist on the skirt. Was it too small? It seemed to fit in every other way but the length. Do I tuck it into the skirt? Guess not. Then I put the blazer on. When I looked into the mirror I didn't know what to think. I felt like I was outside of my body looking at some woman in the mirror, but that woman was me. Every move I made she would make. It was me, but not me - some other person. It was really me though. The smile, the way I held my head, I turned around to see how I looked from behind. This couldn't be me! I didn't believe this was really me! Lisa peeked in through the curtain. "How we doing?" she asked smiling. "I can't believe it's really me," I said star struck. "Well it is!" She pulled the curtains back. "That top lays nicely over your chest. It shows just enough to make you look hot and dangerous. What do you think?" she said genuinely impressed. "I? I think I really love it. I was worried about the top, but the blazer really makes it work," I said beaming. "Time for some shoes." She turned around and placed four boxes on the couch in the dressing room. "I guessed at your size, so sit and we'll see what works. They're all 3" and cinnamon red so as to match that top. Any more height and you'd look too slutty," she said and guided me to the couch and then took the first pair out. They were too small. The second pair was also too small, but the third pair fit perfectly. "What do you think?" she smiled. "I like them. They feel wonderful!" I stood and posed this way and that. I watch Lisa get up and walk back into the boutique. I turned around again to admire my ass. Oh shit! This is fucking hot! I felt tingles in my groin and had to get my mind out of the gutter just looking at myself. When Lisa returned she had three small purses, a clutch bag, and some jewelry. "Do you like any of these?" she asked. I looked them over and decided on the little white clutch bag. It was simple and had gold accents on the clasp. Then Lisa stopped and really looked me over. "You know, I could pierce your ears for you. We really don't carry much in the way of clip-ons that would work with this outfit. Do you have any at home that would work?" she quizzed. "No, I don't think I have anything at home," I said meekly. "The way I'm feeling now - let's just pierce them," I said with a big smile. "Cool!" Lisa disappeared and returned with two small sets of piercing devices. Again it was time to choose - diamonds or rubies on 14K gold posts. Both sets were only ? carat in weight, but I figured anything would be better than what I had on. I went for the diamonds. Five minutes later and two pricks at the ears I was finished! We both stood back and admired the result. I was just getting comfortable with the outfit and myself when Lisa said, "I want to see you in this dress. It's a Garmile Fleury riginal," she held it up. I could barely pronounce this person's name let alone know if it meant high society fashion. The one thing I did know was it had to be expensive. There was intricate beadwork all over the front of this cream-colored ankle length dress. It was beautiful. "I don't?" I began, but was interrupted by a rapping on the glass door. Lisa left the dressing room area and I could hear her talking with a man. "Rachel, come on out here for a second!" I heard her call. It was probably Brad, back early and I was anxious to show off. I strutted into the boutique like some runway model and stopped dead in my tracks. There was Lisa standing next to a cop! Every fiber in my body suddenly became electrified! I wanted to turn and run, but where? Lisa didn't hesitate and proceeded to introduce me to Todd, her fianc?, one of Las Vegas' finest. I just smiled and said hello. Lisa of course didn't stop there, she asked Todd how I looked. What he thought about the colors, the make-up, and other boring details of my outfit to a man. Todd was the perfect gentleman though and complimented me on every facet. A-FUCKING-MEN! I was a bundle of live nerve endings and looked at Lisa for a graceful exit to this encounter. I got my salvation in the form of the radio on Todd's belt. It squawked some kind of unintelligible coded message and he responded with a cryptic code of his own. He kissed Lisa quickly and said, "Nice to meet you," and headed for the door. Thank God! Lisa followed him and I heard him remind her to lock the door. I think I took my first breath since having strutted out into the boutique. I watched Lisa lock the door and turn toward me. "That was a little uncomfortable," I said a little annoyed. "Why? I think you did quite well. He had no idea, probably thinks you're some rich snob's daughter or something. You look incredible! Don't you think so? I know Todd was watching your ass a little too closely when you did that little model turn," Lisa said. I didn't even remember doing a turn? I thought I had just stood there frozen. Must have been when I wanted to turn and run? Whatever! "Come on let's try on that Garmile dress!" she said anxiously. We walked back to the dressing room and I noticed the time, 4:35 PM. Brad hadn't called, now I had another whole focus for my panic. No sooner had we entered the dressing room and Lisa had handed me the Garmile dress? the phone rang. I took the dress, but followed Lisa part of the way to the front counter. I could hear her say, "Yes she is. Wait `til you see what we've picked out so far." She paused and mouthed 'Brad'. "Oh, OK. I'll tell her and I'll have her just about packed up by the time you get here. Bye, see you in a few minutes." "He said he's sorry about being late, something came up. He sounded kind of rushed and said you two needed to get moving, so he'll be here in ten minutes and you need to be ready to go. Soooo," she said with a mock impatient tone, "guess we'll have to wait on the Garmile for another day, unless you just want to take it with you?" I held the dress up and pressed it to my waist. No, this just isn't me. It said "old money" and I just didn't think it was worth - I searched for the price tag. "You won't find a price. We typically don't put tags on these dresses. That one is about $1850, but I could let you have it for $1600 if you want it." She paused looking for some kind of answer. "I don't think it's me, it's very beautiful, I just think it's not my style." I handed her back the dress. What? Did she say $1800? Brad was going to kill me for what I must be spending on just one outfit! I don't even have $1800 in my bank account! Damn it! "Yeah, I think you're right. No problem. Why don't you go take that outfit off and I'll get it boxed up for you," Lisa said bringing me back to the situation at hand. Did she say take this stuff off? Nooooo!!! I don't want to and she must have been reading my mind. "When is your dinner date?" she asked. "I think it's around 9:00, guess I shouldn't wear this around the house until then?" I said, disappointment heavy in my facial expression. "Well, I wouldn't, but the lingerie you can just leave on. I'll get you some hose to go with your skirt." She grabbed a pair of black stockings and gave them to me. There was a God! I didn't have to completely lose myself in the rags I had come here in. I just didn't want to revert back to being an ugly duckling. "Thanks!" I said and went about changing. When I finished dressing, Lisa and I talked about getting together again for some more shopping. She gave me her card and I put it in my purse, behind my NEW LICENSE. I smiled to myself. She then came over to me and undid the second button of my blouse, saying, "You have the goods so why not show them off!" We both laughed and there was a rapping on the door. It was Brad. Lisa let him in and he had a puzzled look on his face. "Where is everything?" he said dumbly. "Over there silly." I pointed to the three boxes and the white blazer hanging on a chair by the counter. "That isn't very much stuff? I left you for what?" he looked at his watch, "three hours and all you have are three small boxes?" he was smiling a wolfish grin. "It wasn't from not trying I can assure you." Lisa stuck up for me. "Well I don't know what you've done, but I think you look more beautiful than when I left you. You'll have to come back," Brad said. Lisa and I just kind of giggled to each other. "Oh, I get it? very funny. You've already worked out coming back. Alright then, what's the damage, what do we owe you?" Lisa handed Brad the itemized bill and he handed her his credit card. I hadn't seen the cost of all I was taking out of here, so when he went to sign for it I tried to peek over his shoulder. The first number was a "2" and I knew it wasn't $200. Oh my God! A blazer, skirt, skimpy blouse, shoes, lingerie, accessories, and the total was over $2000? He's going to kill me! Brad signed the slip and turned to help shoo me out of the boutique before I spent any more I'm sure. We said our good-byes and put my purchases in the trunk, the blazer I hung in the back seat. Brad held my door for me and I slid in. Instead of closing the door he just stood there and stared at me. "Something wrong?" I asked innocently, knowing that he was staring at my chest. "No," he stumbled to recover, "It's just? well, you look nice, verrrry nice." "Nice recovery, Bradley," I said sarcastically and he shut the door. Now I was really beaming, my man wanted me. I could tell. My man. I had to giggle to myself. I'm such a schoolgirl! A well endowed schoolgirl at that! "What's so funny?" Brad said as he got in. "Ohh? nothing," I cooed. "Hey, I have a surprise for you," he said, as excited as I was inside. "What is it?" I played along. "You'll see? " and to my surprise we talked and laughed the whole drive.. I tried to pry out clues, but he just changed the subject. It was a fun little game and I was feeling very relaxed. At a very tall, modern looking building near the downtown Las Vegas business core, we turned into a cavernous underground parking garage. Brad stopped the car next to a red Porsche. I looked over at him and then back at the Porsche, "Is that my car?" I asked. "Sure is, come on," and he got out of the car and he gathered up the boxes from the trunk while I grabbed the blazer. "What's it doing here?" I asked a little worry in my voice. "You'll see, come on." We walked over to the elevators and I took one last look back at the cars not fifteen feet from us. On the cement was the number 6301 for both stalls. That's curious. Inside the elevator there were ninety floors with four floors being the penthouse type? Type what? This wasn't a casino, it was either some kind of apartment or condo building. The elevator stopped at the lobby and an older couple entered and went to the opposite side of the car. I got a good look at the lobby. Lush tropical plants adorned marble floors and the sound of a piano being played from around the corner. It hadn't occurred to me to see what floor we were going to and by the time I looked at the buttons I had a choice of 63 or 81. I looked at Brad and whispered "63?" He just smiled. I gave him a little nudge. Smart-ass I thought. The elevator stopped on the 63rd floor and Brad guided me out into the hallway. When the elevator doors closed behind us I looked at him with a little scowl, "Alright mister, what's the surprise?" "Here?," he took some keys and placed them in my hand, "it's right over there," and he pointed to the left. I looked at the keys and then the second door down the hall, it said 6301. OK smart-ass? watch me! I led the way to the door and put the key in. Before turning it I gave him one last look. The key fit, that's always a good sign. It turned and the deadbolt unlocked. I looked once more over my shoulder at Brad who was smiling ear to ear and turned the handle, then walked in. The view was breathtaking! It drew you in and held you. I could see the Vegas strip to the west and to the south the rest of Las Vegas. I was in awe yet again that something so wonderful was touching my life. The sun was closing in on the horizon and the city lights were beginning to twinkle, I turned to look back at Brad and just shook my head. "This is an incredible view," I said almost at a whisper having walked across the living room to the sliding patio door. "I take it you like it?" he said smiling even more. "It's gorgeous," I said, "but what are we doing here?" I thought out loud. "Well, this is our new corporate headquarters and?" he paused for effect, "your new home." "You're kidding right?" shock dripping off of every syllable. "My home?" and I looked around to see a well-appointed living room, big screen TV, stereo, and part of a modern looking kitchen. "Why?" the shock still thick in my voice. "Well?" he began, "living in the sticks with me is an hour drive at best one way. Our clients will be mostly located here in the city. I bought this place last year and it's just been sitting here, so I thought we could put it to use. I'm going to lease it to our corporation and we'll pretty much just write off the expense." He turned toward the kitchen, "You want something to drink?" "Ah, no? no thanks," I croaked, looking south toward the hills. "Anyway," he continued, "this is a two bedroom unit and we'll set the second room up as the office. The master bedroom is down the hall there to your left, last door." He plunked some ice into a glass and I heard a can of pop being opened. I wandered down the hall and peeked into the first door on the right, it was a large bathroom. The door across the hall was a bedroom but looked to be a storage room for Brad's toys. There was a bike, skis, and gym equipment lying about, and many taped up boxes. He came up behind me, "Yeah, I know? big mess. I'll get that cleaned up next week, promise," and he closed the door. I went to the only other door and opened it slowly. There was a king-size bed against the wall and long hunter green curtains by the window. I went to them and opened them up. There was more of the same view that I had seen from the living room. I was frozen. Brad walked over to the closet. "Here's the closet, I've about gotten everything out of it." He clicked the light on and then walked over to another door. He paused and clicked the light on, "Master bath in here. I love the two person Jacuzzi tub." I still hadn't moved. I looked south and pondered just how many light years away my old life was. I don't think I'll be getting back there any time soon. I sensed Brad behind me and he put his hands on my shoulders. I felt like I was going to melt with his touch. He got close to my ear and whispered, "What do you think?" I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist, he hugged me tight and for the first time in years I cried. It started softly at first, but began to roll on hard after a few sniffles. Brad held me tightly and kissed my neck, "It's OK, Rach, I know this is a lot to absorb. I promise you though it will only get better. You trust me right?" and all I could do was nod my head `yes' through the sobs and tears. Brad hugged me tightly once more and went over to the bathroom. He returned with some tissues and I did my best to regain control. I then noticed the room had mirrors on the wall behind the bed, on the wall where we had entered and on the ceiling. I raised my eyebrows at him through a half smile and gave him a questioning look. He looked around quickly, "What? The mirrors? They were here when I bought the place. Believe it or not this place is about six years old." I walked over to him and hugged him tightly. "You alright now?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll be OK. It's just been a whirlwind kind of day," I said, letting him go and touching a tissue to the corner of my eye. "Whew! I'm glad to hear that!" he smiled looking down at me and caressing my cheek, "guess I'll have to moderate any surprises in the future, eh?" I poked him in the stomach, "Smart-ass!" I said and turned back toward the window. He came and stood beside me. "I have to go get your ticket for tonight's grand opening. You'll be alright here?" he asked. "I'm fine, really. Just needed to get that out of my system. What time is it?" I asked. He looked at his watch, "Almost 6:00, there's a clock radio in the bathroom there. When I was staying here I kept it in there because it forced me to get up when the alarm went off. I should be back by 7:00 at the latest and thought we'd just go over and get acclimated to the surroundings." I realized I would have to buy a woman's watch the next day or so just to keep up with the way time was blurring by. "You're going to be there tonight, right?" I asked meekly. "I'm not letting my girl hang out on her first night without me in the shadows!" he smiled. "Tony is a nice guy, I've met him at least five times and he's very much a gentleman. You won't need me there, but I'll be lurking around to keep and eye on you two. Don't worry - I'll always have your back," and he crossed his arms like some rap singer and chuckled. I had to laugh also "OK? OK? I got it. Now get out of here so I can fix the mess I've made of my face. Where'd you put those boxes?" "On the kitchen counter. If you get hungry or anything there's some stuff in the panty. I'd be leery of anything in the refrigerator that isn't sealed," he said sheepishly. Brad came over to me and looked deeply into my eyes for a long moment, "You'll be fine tonight, Rach. I'll be right there for you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and headed for the door. "You better be, or it's going to cost you!" I yelled after him. "If it's anything like today's bill," he called back, "you know I'll be there!" I heard the door to the condo open and then shut. I was alone in my new world. I couldn't spend too much time pondering my situation or the infinite possible outcomes; I had to get busy getting ready! I headed for the kitchen to retrieve the boxes and back to the master bedroom to get things rolling. I set the boxes down and took one last look out the window at the lights of the city. It was completely dark outside now, but for the tiniest of slivers of golden purple light highlighting the hills to the west. I went into the bathroom and examined the task ahead. I just prayed I could duplicate what Lisa had taught me earlier today. It was 6:01 and I felt under the gun. November 18th, 7:03 PM I wouldn't go so far as to say reconstructing what Lisa had done so effortlessly earlier today was impossible, as I admired my face in the mirror. I think I recreated what she had done pretty well. I smiled, looks pretty damn good! I teased my hair a bit and used some hairspray I found under the sink to hold it all tight. All that remained for me to do was don the blazer and shoes. I did one last check of my garters and hose, made sure the zipper to the knee length skirt was centered in the back, and watched with some curiosity as my top swished and swayed over the top of the skirt ? skin peeking from underneath every once in a while. It was pretty sexy and again I felt urges, the gaffe making any real swelling uncomfortable ? time to get moving I thought, don't need that problem in this girdle! I took the blazer off the hanger and slipped it on, pulled the arms down slightly on both sides and buttoned the first button. Very hot! Very hot indeed? the phone was ringing in the kitchen. I got there on the fourth ring. "Hello," I said tentatively. "Hello, you about ready?" Brad said sounding annoyed about something. "Yeah, I think so. Where are you?" I said a little worried that he wasn't here yet and noticed the time on the microwave clock said 7:09. "I'm stuck in traffic and wondering what the best way is for us to meet," he paused, "I think I'll just have you catch a cab down to the Grand Cayman and I'll just be milling around out front looking for you, is that alright?" "OK, I guess that will work. Why not drive?" and I answered that question myself. "Because of the traffic, never mind. Only one problem, I only have about $15 on me, so you'll have to be there when I get there to pay for the cab." There was a long pause, "You still there Brad?" I asked. "Yeah just trying to think how best to do this," another pause, "OK, under the mattress in the bedroom on the left side you'll find some money, probably $200 or so. Bring it all. There's just no way I'm going to be able to meet you in this mess, the line of limos has to be at least a block long. So, just call the lobby, use the speed dial there on the phone, and have them call you a cab, tip whoever is out front getting you the cab. It's going to take you awhile to get here, so best get moving now," he said sounding frustrated. "Ah? just one more thing, ignore anything else you might find besides the money under the bed. Any questions?" "No, I guess we have little choice. I'll call the lobby and I'll be on my way as soon as I can," I assured him. "You have my cell number right? Just call if there are any problems. If you leave now we should still beat Tony to the restaurant. I really appreciate this, Rach, see you soon," he said just before hanging up. I hung up the phone then dialed the front desk using the speed dial. The woman on the phone was very polite about getting me a cab, "Yes Ms. Moore, that won't be a problem, we'll see you in a couple minutes," she said. I thanked her and hung up the phone ? she knew my name? That was interesting. Time to find that hidden money, not a very original place to hide cash I thought ? off to the bedroom I went. I put my hand under the corner of the mattress and lifted. There was a small wad of bills and two other surprises - a large semi-automatic handgun and a diamond tennis bracelet. I got a sudden chill upon seeing the gun, Brad would need to explain what this thing was doing under the bed. The tennis bracelet was a different curiosity.