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Once more, failure had reared its ugly head in Janet Collins' life. And once more that failure was not one associated with business or investments, but of love. Janet's relationship with Shannon was like many others in her life; strong starts, fed with unbridled passion followed by the inevitable and painfully slow disintegration and eventual break up. Fortunately, business interceded and spared Janet and Shannon the angst of struggling through those last few weeks or months of a doomed relationship. By the time Shannon had accepted the transfer to Los Angeles, it was apparent that passion and lust that had ignited their bond and made them nearly inseparable for almost two months was waning and was by itself not enough to sustain them as a couple. One last quiet evening at Janet's home on Queen Anne and a tearful goodbye the following morning was a civilized, but still painful end to what Janet had thought could be so right for her. Janet had fallen in love with Shannon and Shannon with her, but it had been apparent for the past few weeks that this relationship was heading down the same road, as had so many others in Janet's life. Given her track record, no one would question Janet's judgment if she had decided to swear off men and women to focus on her many other fruitful non-romantic pursuits. But love and lust were much more than a piece of this intriguing woman; they were the forces that drove her. Aside from a few brief trips back to New York, Janet had decided to make Seattle her home ? for the time being at least. She had grown fond of the climate, both weather-wise and political, as well as her beautiful home and neighborhood. As Janet had been compelled to do far too often in the past, she focused her energies into her work. Her presence in Seattle had allowed her to become more involved in her gallery. Janet's tutelage of Amanda had the most positive impact on the young prot?g? with obvious results. Likewise, Janet's presence at her bank's Seattle office had fostered a revised management structure very beneficial to the bank and its major clients. Success in business came naturally to Janet. As her wealth and stature continued to grow, she retreated into a safe personal space. Her social life was minimal, almost reclusive. She filled her time with reading, research and a newfound passion for exercise. Strange how two dramatically different worlds collide? William had become settled in his position teaching at the University of Washington. He was discovering a way to acclimate into the academic environment of the University after working in the "real" world for so many years. And he was also becoming quite at ease in his new home. His days were filled between classes, exploring the beauty of the Puget Sound area on bike and the exercise regimen that had become such an important part of his life. But never very far from his mind was the obsession; the addiction to the lifestyle that he was coming to concede would never happen for him. Save for his three days a week at the University, William was without obligation or pretense to keep him from indulging in his passion. Perhaps this would provide him the opportunity he so desired? And it was both a passion and an obsession. Like an addiction to a powerful drug, William's feminine side could not be denied. And it was not for lack of trying. Through his teens and twenties, through a marriage and an engagement, through years of therapy ? many times William thought he would be able to overcome these powerful desires, but each time he tried, he failed. It was not until William finally gave in and moved to a location that would embrace this side of him that he ever thought that he could find happiness in his life. But William was tenacious in his pursuits and in his life, he had rarely turned away from a challenge and now he looked at this quest as just that, a challenge, one that needed to be acknowledged and fulfilled. As happy as he was now in his life, living in Seattle and teaching at the University, there was a glaring void that needed to be filled. A major part of his new life in Seattle was his diet and exercise. He was determined to reconfigure his body so he would be able to fit into regular size women's clothes. His goal of a 30-inch waist was well on it's way to being achieved through William's meticulous diet and an exercise program that included weights, bike riding and a regular schedule of aerobics at the Seattle Health Club, a nice perk for the faculty at the University. William enjoyed the aerobics classes at the Seattle Athletic Club. It gave him a vicarious thrill to be the lone male among 20 or more women. He would sometimes increase his pleasure by wearing unisex workout clothes ? hardly a screaming statement of his true nature, but a very pleasing and subtle one to him nonetheless. Lack of privacy in the locker room prevented him from indulging much further than that. Given the obsession with physical fitness in Seattle, no one gave a second thought to the smooth and hairless appearance of William's legs, dismissing it as one of the symptoms of an obsessive cyclist trying to gain another 1/100th of a second off of his time for no particular reason. Going to Tracy's class on Tuesday was a regular part of William's regimen. The class was all women save for him. His classmates had begrudgingly accepted him into their group because it was apparent that he was not there to look at the women, he was there to work out. On Tuesdays, William finished at school by 4pm and took the bus home. He put his clothes out for the aerobics class, grabbed a quick snack and headed back to the bus stop to catch the 13 bus to downtown. His routine was strict, almost anal by definition. Always the same locker, the same place in class, the same water bottle. But the results spoke for themselves. William was sliding comfortably into size 16 clothes and still working at it. He especially liked the classic and elegant statement of a mid-length pencil skirt and blouse. William loved the simple things like reaching behind him to pull up the zipper of his skirt, or feeling the softness of the bra and blouse against his skin. The club was busy as it usually was late on a weekday afternoon. William winded his way through the other patrons to his locker and began to dress for class. Once dressed, a quick stop at the weight room to stretch and loosen some muscles and he headed for the classroom on the far side of the basketball court. He grabbed his step and put it in place, checked to make sure it wouldn't slip, and then did some stretching as he waited for class with the women in the room. Focused as he was on his preparation, he did not pay much attention to the women in the class. This was a posh, upscale health club, but William did not allow himself to become distracted by the women he saw in the club ? many of them extremely attractive. But there is always a first time. Tracy made her grand entrance as she liked to do and William looked over towards the door in the rear of the class to see her as she walked in. It was then that he saw her. William knew instantly that the woman setting up on the far end of the room was the same woman he had seen at the 5-Spot having breakfast months ago. How odd that he would instantly make that connection, but clearly Janet had made quite an impression on him sitting there in her leather pants and stiletto boots. As Janet warmed up for her aerobics class, it occurred to her how she missed the class, and leisurely coffee afterward. It had become an important part of her days in Seattle. There was certain peace to settling in to the exercises and just letting her body take the lead. She was only aware of an increasing satisfaction over how quickly her muscles adapted to the exertion and contentment that at the moment her mind was still. That is where her focus shifted and she intended to keep it for the next hour. William was overwhelmed. He did his best not to betray his emotions to those around him, but it was very difficult. He leaned over and grabbed his legs just above his knees looking as though it was a deep stretch when in reality he just locked his stare at the floor, hidden from his classmates, as he gathered himself. This class was very difficult. William was extremely distracted by Janet's presence. He broke for water often, not because of thirst, but to allow him a glimpse of this spectacular woman. There she was, not in her elegant leathers, but instead in a very tomboyish ensemble of sneakers, shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. Her silky long blonde hair was tucked up nicely behind her in a high ponytail held in place with a burgundy scrunchie. Class was intense, as Tracy was renowned for. But it offered little respite to William. It was as though Janet's presence was denying him his ability to conceal his true nature. He felt exposed and vulnerable ? even though it was very unlikely any of his classmates noticed anything at all different about him in this class. When the class finally ended, William headed to the back corner of the room, pretending to push up against the wall to stretch his hamstring muscles. He was like a frightened child. Janet overwhelmed him, but he would go to great lengths to keep this display of vulnerability to himself. He thought he was shielding himself and his emotions by facing the wall. He felt some veiled form of protection. After he was certain that Janet had exited the room, William turned away from his "stretching" and headed for the locker room. Accepting as he was of his apparent weakness and vulnerability to this woman, he was going to make sure he would take that emotion further still by seeing Janet leave the club and enjoying (or suffering) seeing what wonderful clothes and shoes she would be wearing. Forgoing his usual cool down on the Cycle Two rowing machine, William rushed through the shower and dressed quickly. He positioned himself on a sofa in the lobby of the club where he would be sure to see Janet leave. Even though he knew full well what painful impact it would have on him to see her dressed, William could not resist. After twenty minutes had passed, William became despondent thinking that he was not fast enough with his own post workout shower and changing. Perhaps this mystery woman had not come in her street clothes and simply left right after class? He could feel himself slipping into a level of depression, one that was fed by the emptiness and frustration of his nearly life long duality. He sat there on the corner of the couch pretending to be reading the newspaper as he kept a close eye on the stairs that everyone had to take when then were leaving the locker rooms and exiting the club. After class, Janet took a quick shower. She considered a massage, but opted instead for a long soothing bubble bath at home. Like a streak of white light, he first saw her hair. Brilliant and like silk. It was free of the ponytail now cascading down her back, accented further against the black wool overcoat she wore. The long strands of hair swayed from side to side as she walked up the stairs. William could feel his heart begin to pound as he recalled that morning a few months ago at the 5 Spot. She headed up the stairs facing William and he did his very best to be invisible. On her way out of the gym, she had remembered there was a slight chill in the air and stopped to put on her gloves. It was while she was smoothing them that she noticed being watched. Even though he buried his head behind the Seattle Times, Janet noticed him sitting there. She had seen too many men and women trying to be discreet in her pursuit not to notice. William was outed to this woman. Janet may have been in a mood of avoidance of things romantic, but she never lost her pleasure of being a tease. She enjoyed being admired and even lusted after. Poor William was no match for her and his fragile ego could so easily be crushed throwing him into a pit of despair and frustration. She enjoyed being the object of attention when it was not too invasive and she intentionally played up to the man's attention. She was amused to realize this was the same man who had seemed so indifferent to being in an aerobics class of all women. "Well, if he is gay, he at least appreciates a beautiful woman," she chuckled to herself as she turned towards the door to leave. He could have left. He could have finished his workout and stayed longer in the sauna. But there were forces at work here. These forces had driven William during his entire life, denying the peace and comfort of his education, his accomplishments and his manhood. He was a prisoner in his own body, driven by passions that would never be answered. Not just love unrequited, it was life unrequited. William could not resist his passions and his own lust. In many ways, they were as strong as the powers that drove Janet, but in William's case, they were totally unanswered. There she was again in front of him. She paused as she cleared the stairs and reached into her handbag that was slung over her shoulder. Looking in no direction in particular, she fetched a pair of short black leather gloves and made quite a show putting them on, making a point to force the fingers of one hand in between the fingers of the other hand to press the gloves into place. She was enjoying giving William the show as he sat there feeling as though stakes were being driven into his heart. It was a feeling that he was all too familiar with. It seemed that this was the story of his life ? it WAS the story of his life! Feeling that she had done a sufficient job of burying this would-be male suitor, Janet turned towards the front door. As if watching this not so subtle glove show was not enough, something Janet would never have thought of did more damage to fragile William than her show with the gloves. As Janet turned to leave the club, she reached down for her gym bag. Squatting at her knees, she lifted up on her toes. In doing so, she exposed the soles of her high-heeled shoes. When William saw red, his face turned the same color. Red soles are the trademark of designer Christian Louboutin. His shoes start at $500.00 and are worn by very discriminating women, women of class and lots of money. William's passion for dressing and clothing was severely high end. He knew the designers and some of their trademarks. And he immediately recognized the trademark and knew that this fantastic woman was also one of wealth and class. He broke down and stared as Janet walked away from him, out of the club. The skill at which Janet handled the stiletto heels further drove the stakes into William's fragile heart. Walking out onto the chilly street, Janet smiled to herself. She enjoyed being a beautiful woman and she enjoyed being admired by men and women. Even in this time of personal reflection, Janet still enjoyed feeding her ego. William had faced situations like this in the past. The manner he dealt with it was not exactly healthy, but because of the nature of William's passion, there were not healthy choices. He withdrew, he dressed and he punished himself. It was a very hurtful cycle, but William had yet to find a healthy or constructive path that would allow him some relief from his frustration, pain and anxiety. For some time after Janet had left the club, William sat there on the couch immersed in his thoughts. He felt lost. Growing in depression, he got up and left the club. William walked down to the waterfront and headed slowly northward, very deep in his thoughts. The beautiful blonde consumed his thoughts. Where did she live? Where did she work? Did she need to work, or was she fabulously wealthy as her shoes and clothes suggested? William thought of how wonderful it would be to look through her wardrobe, her dresser and closet. How many pairs of fabulous shoes and boots must be neatly tucked away in a huge closet. William was clearly not handling this. He had been in control over the past few months, but it had been a false sense of security because he had been focusing on work and ignoring his true self ? his feminine side. Now he was being rudely reminded of the folly of such action. He was paying the price in pain and frustration. While Janet was home relaxing in a hot bath with a martini, William was at his home forcing himself into a leather corset. Dressing alone had forced William to be very creative and he had devised a way to position himself in his bedroom doorway so he could tighten the laces on his corset. His pain was intense and it translated in him pulling the corset laces so tight that he could barely breathe. One of William's ways of dealing with the anxiety was pain. He derived comfort as the corset sucked the air out of his body. William was in such pain; he wished the corset would suck the life out of his body. Like an alcoholic suddenly off the wagon, William continued his binge. Once the corset was as tight as he could stand, he continued dressing with stockings, six-inch black patent stilettos, a tight three-inch leather posture collar, shoulder length leather gloves and a three-inch rubber ball gag strapped tightly in his mouth. William struggled across his bedroom, taking small unbalanced steps on his high heels. On a straight-backed chair, he had strapped a rubber cock to the seat pointing straight up. William had used this arrangement before to impale himself in an effort to deepen his sensations and his surrender He straddled the chair, reached below, grabbed hold of the cock and slowly lowered himself onto it. There was the stinging pain as the rubber member pushed against the muscles protecting his anal opening, but William had done this often enough to learn how to relax those muscles to allow the cock to enter him. Once his muscles yielded to the pressure, William slowly lowered his body onto the seat of the chair as he felt the fullness ? and security ? of the cock filling him. What an incredible contrast between William and Janet. While Janet was luxuriating in a steaming bubble bath, sipping a martini and reading the Financial Times, William was punishing himself for simply bearing witness to this incredible woman, a woman he was likely never to meet. Or was he? As he had practiced on many occasions, William began to slowly move up and down on the cock, his legs already peaked and extended by the six- inch stilettos heels he was wearing. As he continued, his muscles relaxed more and more and the pain was replaced by pleasure. The gag filled his mouth as small lines of drool snuck out from the corner of his mouth. His mouth pulsated on the gag the same way his ass was clutching the cock filling him. He continued with the piston-like motion as long as he could stand it. Unlike many others who shared as well as endured the passions and the frustrations of gender confusion and cross-dressing, William's "episodes" did not culminate with him masturbating. His duality had grown to the point where he renounced his manhood as well as the release that came with it. He still masturbated occasionally, but it was not done with the notion of sexual release and pleasure, it was just a motion of pure necessity. It was an act of mechanics, not love or even pleasure. And like he had done on so many occasions before, once dismounting from his improvised "fuck machine", William crawled to his bed and curled up in the fetal position, trying in vain to protect himself from the world around him; the world that had brought so much pain to his life; the world that had no answers for him in his quest for happiness and love. As Janet sat at her vanity pampering herself and polishing off her third martini, William dreamed about her as he buried himself under the bedcovers until sleep gratefully relieved him of his pain. William woke up in the middle of the night when the corset made its presence known to him. He removed the corset, stockings, gloves and shoes, but slipped a curved silicone plug into his ass to make sure that he would be reminded of his predicament and that beautiful blonde. The next morning, William woke up with a sexual hangover. He had given in to his desires, that cruel Mistress that had always treated him with such contempt. After he showered away the physical effects of the night before and began his daily routine, the events faded in the light of his tasks at hand. But even as he returned to life as normal, that wonderful woman from the health club and the 5 Spot was never far from his mind. His obsession with her led him to an extensive search of his couture resources in search of his very own pair of Louboutins. Somehow if he had his own pair of the magnificent and feminine footwear, it would in some way bring him closer to that woman. It would somehow make him more like her ? his dream that he would never ever give up hope on. Janet returned to the bank in the morning with not even the slightest thought of that man she had teased at the club the night before. There were far too many nameless and faceless men and women who had lusted for her to have William make even the slightest dent in her mind. He was simply one of many. William began to go to the club more frequently in an attempt to once more see this woman. He neglected work and other responsibilities to make daily visits. He was completely obsessed. William went to such great lengths to see a woman who would only cause him more pain, but he could not stop himself. The pain was in some perverse way comforting and reassuring to him. He had also returned to dressing constantly, taking either an anal or oral plug to bed with him each night. Sometimes he took both. A feeling of excitement and panic consumed William as he prepared for Tracy's class the following week. Half of him hoped beyond hope that she would be there and the other half of him was terrified of the prospect and the inevitable crash that would follow. William even broke his rules of decorum and dressed in a unitard for class, something that brought suspicious glances from his male locker- mates. But William was oblivious to them, he could only think of the tall woman with the gorgeous blonde hair and magnificent wardrobe. Keeping with his regimen, William went to the classroom and set up in his usual location. He continued with his regular warm up constantly looking over to the door in the rear of the classroom to see if she would enter. But Janet would not be in class tonight. She was in New York for the week. Poor William had no way of knowing and each moment that passed without her in the class, his heart sunk deeper and deeper. When he went home that night, he once more subjected himself to the punishment and pain that had somehow given him relief the week before. Even though he didn't see Janet in class or after, the evil Mistress was strong within him and drove him to do these things to himself. The next morning, William was awakened by a phone call from a news organization that needed him to help them with some coverage they were planning at a nearby military installation. It was the kindest thing anyone could have done for him. Much more constructive and almost as strong was William's professional ego and ambition. So strong in fact that it drove him to complete his advanced degree while struggling through his divorce and exposure of his true self to friends and family in the process. Now it was a most welcome respite to him, especially at times when his strength of will was so powerfully challenged. After a quick shower and a few phone calls, William was out the door headed for a two-day assignment across the Sound from Seattle in Bremerton. Once William immersed himself in his work as this assignment did for him, he was relieved, albeit temporarily, from the obsession that had consumed him as of late. William would be able to complete this assignment and be back in time to teach his class on Friday. The work went well, as it usually did. William was a remarkable person. To be so competent in multiple professions all the while being a slave to his desires that consumed so much of his mind. It caused his to reflect oftentimes of how successful he might have been if he was not forced to serve two masters. Remove the obsession and preoccupation with his feminine side and his success would have been so much greater in either teaching or producing ? or both! But that was not to be, it was not ever to be; he thought to himself as he looked at the houses along the banks of the channel on his return ferry ride to Seattle from Bremerton. Either life by itself would be enough to make anyone happy ? but that was not good enough for William, he had to have both ? or nothing. Even on the high of his successful project, William felt that his life was nothing. He made it back to Seattle in time to get home, collect his notes and head off to class. He would go to the network bureau located at one of the local television stations after class to finish cutting his piece. Janet had returned from New York Thursday evening. She had thought of spending the weekend in New York, but was obligated to a meeting she had arranged some time ago with the president of the Arts Foundation at the University of Washington. There was an opportunity to showcase the work of one of her artists at the very prestigious gallery on the campus and Janet could not pass up a wonderful opportunity like that. Dressed in her business best, Janet drove to the gallery and picked up Amanda. The two of them headed off to the UW campus a short distance away. In the course of her meeting, Janet and Amanda were taken on the obligatory tour of the remainder of the building that included the gallery that Janet was interested in. To be polite, Janet obliged, after all, the University was paying a very hefty sum to Janet's gallery for the privilege of exhibiting the artwork. The huge endowment by Bill Gates allowed the school to create a media conglomerate in one building. One side was dedicated to the Arts and the other was the College of Media. It included computer labs, a radio station, a television studio, editing rooms for tape and film and a web- hosting laboratory. As Janet walked the halls with Amanda, the Foundation president and his assistant, she would peek into the rooms as they walked by to see what was going on. As she looked in on one of the computer labs, there was a man teaching the class who somehow looked very familiar to her. The memory was not a bad one, but still Janet could not immediately place that face. But the image stayed with her as she concluded the tour and drove back to the gallery with Amanda. It was not until Amanda mentioned something about the gym during the ride back to the gallery that it suddenly dawned to Janet why that man teaching the class looked familiar to her. He was the man who was at the club. He was the man who had waited for her upstairs and the one that she had done such an admirable job taunting. The recollection brought a sly smile to Janet's face. William worked his way through class and then headed off to finish his work for the news network. The editing was done in time and the package fed to New York. It felt good to make use of these skills and to get paid for them as well. By the time William got back home, he had overcome the high of the project and found himself staring at the walls of his apartment and once more in his closet. He was weak of will and soon found himself enjoying a warm bath while he shaved his legs. Once he finished, he felt the need to go to the gym and packed his bag and headed for the bus. It had been a hectic and fulfilling week and William was pleased that he was able to overcome his desires to dress in favor of the more constructive pursuit of heading off to the gym. He did not ignore his desires completely. He made sure to pack the unitard that was his subtle, discreet and safe way of expressing himself in public. As he went through his workout, he pondered which outfit to enjoy when he got home. William was so deep in thought as he labored on the elliptical machine that he almost missed the flash of silken blonde hair that broke around a corner. It was her! It had to be! William did not see her face, but he saw enough of that magnificent mane of blonde hair to know that it HAD to be her. All William knew how to do was to continue his workout and hope that he might catch another glimpse of her. Before too long, Janet walked past the workout room en-route to her massage and William did his best to not succumb to her beauty. She did look at him and smiled. William gathered his strength and returned the smile to her. Even in workout clothes, Janet was simply spectacular. William was able to make it through the rest of his workout and even pushed himself a bit more using his passion to drive him. He did not see Janet again and he did not wait, opting instead to go home and relieve himself of his angst. William kept asking himself how could he ever meet this woman? And every time he asked the question, he got the same answer ? there was no way. He dressed in a vain attempt to relieve his anxieties. This time however, there was someone there with him. A gorgeous, wealthy and no doubt powerful blonde beauty that had for some unknown reason decided to invade the quiet and painful isolation that William had found as his only solitude in the sadness and emptiness of his life. Now adding to the painful reality of living his life as an inadequate male, he had to be reminded of what life might have been if he was rich, beautiful and powerful ? like the blonde who now haunted him. As Janet lay on her stomach under the expert hands of the masseuse, she found herself thinking of this strange man and how puzzling it was to her to even think of someone so far removed from her in social standing and physique. He was cute, but Janet was accustomed to being in the company of men who exuded sex appeal either through their profession, their wealth, or their masculinity. Thoughts of that man faded from her mind as Jars continued working out the kinks in her back with his expert hands. Aside from one more visit to Tracy's aerobics class the following week, there were no more chance encounters between Janet and William at the gym. Janet continued getting more and more settled in Seattle and William continued his teaching, occasional producing assignments and the futile pursuit of the happy medium in his gender dysfunction. While he had allowed time and other distractions to relieve him of his obsession with Janet, this magnificent blonde was never completely out of his thoughts. It had been more than a month since their last encounter at Tracy's class when William decided to take in a performance of his favorite chamber music trio at Benaroya Hall. He was used to going to events and dinners alone, so he indulged himself a little by wearing some very special and feminine things underneath his clothes. He took the 13 bus to the concert hall and made his way to his seat in the upper balcony. Even from this distant seat, he was pleased to be at this performance. In a private box on the left side of the stage, Janet Collins was settled into her seat with a gentleman. She made his acquaintance when he had flown in from Colorado to purchase several pieces from her gallery. Janet had purchased the private box at Benaroya to entertain clients and dates on events just like this. Not more than a few moments into the first movement, Janet heard the vibration of Phillip's phone. Soundlessly he slipped from the box into the corridor and shut the door. Within a minute or so he returned, but did not take his seat. "Janet, I have to go," he whispered crouching next to her seat. With a practiced smile, Janet accepted his apology and resumed her interest in the performance. Before long her mind was on the problems of dating men that others depended upon and could not, or would not, block time out for her. Such thoughts were ruining her evening. If it were not for enjoying this performance, she would have called it night. Instead, at intermission she headed for the nearest glass of wine. As she took her glass and turned to head back to the box, she recognized the man waiting along the railing at the window looking out towards Elliot Bay. She recognized him as the man from the aerobics class and the University. It occurred to her that there was something strange about the way she kept seeing him here and there in totally unrelated places. Aside from the few moments on her way out of the gym, none of them could have been planned. Though she never charted a course of action on anything as ephemeral as "the stars", horoscopes or destiny, she did believe that at times fate dropped hints. Perhaps this was one and for some reason she should make his acquaintance? And why listen to the rest of the performance sitting alone in her box? Despite her business success and social aplomb, Janet had never felt comfortable making the first advance. However, she had developed a talent for forcing herself past her perpetual shyness. She checked her hair, took a deep breath and approached him. "Excuse me. Haven't I seen you in Tracy's aerobics class at the Seattle Athletic Club?" At the sound of Janet's voice William turned and was stunned to see who had just spoken to him. He squelched the urge to disappear and answered as calmly as if it was a delivery person asking for a signature. "Uh, yes, I take her class time to time." He cursed his shyness, but Janet had come up to him without warning. He was suddenly confronted with the woman who had driven him to distraction ? right here in front of him, talking to him! "I'm Janet;" she said extending her hand. "I hope you don't mind my disturbing you." William's mind was working a top speed, but speaking was difficult. "Oh, please forgive my bad manners. My name is William. And no, you are not disturbing me. I'm just waiting out intermission watching the ferries leave. Are you enjoying the concert?" What was she doing here? Why was she speaking to him? Janet could not possibly know how disturbing it was for William to see her and actually talk to her. "The music? Very much. I've enjoyed these women for years." Their conversation continued on a very surface level until the signal to end intermission. "It has been a pleasure meeting you, Janet. I look for you in class at the gym," William said, thinking what an understatement that was. "Thank you. I will see you then," Janet replied and turned to set her glass down as William started up the stairs to the upper balcony. "William?" William stopped and looked back. "Would you care to join me in my box? Instead of another round of stair climbing?" she asked with a slight smirk to her smile. He hesitated only a moment. The thought threatened to overwhelm him, but he might not ever get another chance. "If there is room, yes." "Oh, there is PLENTY of room." Janet explained that her escort for the evening had been called away on business and she appreciated having William's company. She sensed William's shyness and responded and placed her hand on his forearm to be escorted. William glanced down at her hand on his coat sleeve and admired the perfectly manicured nails. As they walked to Janet's private box, William's mind was overwhelmed. It was beyond his wildest dreams that he had not only met this woman, but here she was on his arm. He drew on all his strength to maintain his composure and protect his secret from this woman.