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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Nine - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Peter(Now Petra); Susan(Susie): My mother; Grandma: My granny; Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister; Charlotte: My younger sister(By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters(By 3 years); Emily & Judith: My twin cousins(2 days younger than I me); Janice: Grandma's live in maid; Uncle Reggie: Grandma Brother and a Baron; David: Emily's husband; Jack: My boss at work. (A Closet transvestite.); Henry and Penelope: My and Judith's twin children; Susan and Jane: Emily and David's children, my nieces. Chapter Nine When I arrived in America, I was soon to learn that Jack had not been as honest as he might. He had led his American transvestite friend and partner to believe that the money invested was all his. This of course was patently untrue. By far the greater portion of the money invested had been mine and when I got to study the books I found a huge hole in the portfolio. Jack had ripped me off and also ripped off his American partner by forging my signature on several documents. Jack had made it appear that I had stolen his money when it was in fact, my money. It was a bitter lesson to learn and the money had been swiftly siphoned off into offshore accounts. Jack of course had done a runner and left me to face the music for the American partner was convinced I was the main instigator of the fraud. Chuck was his name and 'Chuck' he was by nature. To protect his interests he was quite prepared to 'chuck me to the wolves'. What hurt most of all though was that he 'outed' me as a transvestite shemale, this made my situation even more untenable. After blindly trusting Jack then blundering into the financial debacle he was dead set on getting me indicted for fraud or better still, repatriated back to the UK. Then what little of the remaining money I had invested would have accrued to him by way of compensation for his loss. I had innocently walked into a minefield. In the court I fought my corner tooth and nail but it's not easy garnishing any sympathy or support when one's sexuality and nationality are alien to the nature of the courts. The court seemed to believe that by presenting as a woman then I had somehow tried to misrepresent myself. Unfortunately I had trusted Jack with most of the American documents then he had entered my name as Peter in my absence. It was only by revealing all my identity papers and medical documents that I managed to persuade the judge of my true medical and legal position. This of course totally exposed my sexual condition and of course the upshot was that the local press had a field day exposing my sexuality. I reflected ruefully that investing in a city in 'the bible belt' had been a naive choice. However my financial integrity was deemed satisfactory. I was found guilty on one of the three counts but all importantly found innocent of fraud. I was deported for a year and told by the lady judge that I could reapply for a work visa because I still had legitimate interests outstanding in the US. She recognised that I had been partly the victim and scolded me for not taking greater care when abrogating my financial responsibilities to somebody else. Jack had really stitched me up for when I could not give her a good enough reason for not having visited America more often and checking the financial dealings more frequently, the judge was suspicious. I was deemed to have been at fault for not protecting my and Chuck's interests. This being the Bible belt, I was loath to reveal that I had been indulging my femininity back in England by breast-feeding my children whilst actually being their father. That little salacious tit-bit remained a secret from the gutter press and that was very fortunate for me. The recent morality pendulum in the Bible belt had swung back violently and the courts were already on a moral crusade as a backlash to the swinging sixties, seventies and eighties. Consequently I found myself deported temporarily back to England with a large portion of my fortune stolen and only a modest sum to tide my family and me over. I felt a total failure for returning back home to Judith with my 'tail between my legs'. Fortunately, Judith was a loyal and supportive partner. She knew the only way for me ever to make my way was to go it alone. If I worked for somebody else, nobody would ever promote me past the rank of lowest office minion once my sexuality became known. I was stuck below the transvestite equivalent of 'the glass ceiling'and that is really low!. Using the lessons I had learned, I worked out a couple of deals in the exploding property market and by dint of some judicious investment and speculation I had accumulated a second sum within two years. Judith was content with her family situation so once again I decided to return to America. She would follow me if I made it, and if not I would return home and give up. I knew one thing about Americans they always loved a trier. I knew there were opportunities over there but this time I chose an area that was much more tolerant of transvestites and this time I stood alone. No more partners to cheat and steal from me. The last deal had been a sound idea and it had only been the dishonesty of my English Partner Jack that had wrecked the outcome. My biggest problem this second time was the lack of any contacts. I was coming to the market cold and without any insider knowledge. All I had going for me was my experience and knowledge. I would have to build up contacts on my own. For a start, I found a cheap apartment on the wrong side of the tracks and started to look for any opportunities. Naturally, my first step was to find a job in a Realtor office and I eventually found a low paid position in one of the poorer parts of town. It was unusual for a white person to be seen in this particular neighbourhood, but I got by without much hassle. Most blacks and Hispanics tend to be OK people. They just want what everybody else wants. Fortunately my English accent served to protect me slightly. American films at that time tended to show the English as villains so I had the added kudos of garnishing sympathy from those around me who recognised prejudice for the same thing that set them back. A white English transvestite in a black neighbourhood soon got known and recognised in the district. Once again my good manners and courtesy went a long way. I ended up as something of a small time local celebrity though I also endured some pretty crass treatment. By and large however, I got by. People got to know me, then accept me and soon it wasn't long before I managed to cut out a niche for myself. Yes I was the neighbourhood's white, limey, transvestite but now I had become their white, limey transvestite. The local people, who were pretty badly treated themselves, actually began to feel sympathy for an alien who had to endure Hollywood fed prejudices just as they endured the same issues, namely as to how they were represented in films back in those days. The realtor job kept my body and soul together by paying for basics like the rent, food and car but there was nothing to spare. I got paid less than the other staff, naturally because I was a tranny, a weirdo, and an alien. Prejudice is a pretty brutal thing, so to whom could a tranny complain? It was made abundantly obvious that I should just be thankful for a job. Anyway, I managed to get by and I wasn't touching my nest egg. For a year I kept my head down, remained nice to everybody, took all the shit jobs until I finally spotted an opportunity. Several derelict warehouses came up for sale in 'that part of town'. Large city dwellers would have called it The Gay Village but in this medium sized city it amounted to a few brick buildings in a sleazy run down corner of the decrepit city block next to the old railway stockyards. On that same scruffy end of the main street a couple of seedy gay bars added to the depressing atmosphere where most of the buildings were shuttered up or even falling into decay. Using my past experience and knowledge, I had kept a close ear to the ground concerning any plans. Eventually I picked up whispers of a combined retail and residential development down in the old stockyards that bordered the city right at the very bottom of Main Street where the river often flooded. The development was to include new flood defences and a re-vamp of the old riverbank with apartments, and a shopping mall. I picked up these whispers by just quietly sitting in the uptown bars frequented by the regular property and realtor crowd. My sensors soon brought news of something in the wind. I picked up some names and places then, under the pretence of just 'looking for a place for a client'; I managed to sneak an illegal preview of some secret plans at city hall before they became generally available. It's surprising how much a sweet feminine smile and sexy body can evince from some macho politicians. He fancied me like crazy and I played 'The dumb Blond' for all it was worth. After sighting the plans, I took a tour around that run down area of town until I located some warehouses with their 'For Sale' signs taped up in the filthy windows. They were across the street from the two run down seedy gay clubs that I rarely frequented. The old lessons came ringing down the corridors of my mind, location, Location! LOCATION!! Two of the old warehouses were in a dilapidated state but they were only a couple of city blocks from the still secret new residential development. I snapped them up straight away even before any planning permissions had been discussed down in the city hall. The other two warehouses across the main street were in a better state but beyond my pocket so I simply purchased a two-year option to buy them with some of the last monies I had. Sometimes one just had to take a huge gamble and I had bugger all to lose. I noted that the bulk of the new stockyard apartments were 'I pads' namely small, one-bed-roomed apartments designed for single person inner city living. The big city ideas were percolating down to smaller cities like ours. Having quickly snapped up the first two warehouses with a fair slice of my nest egg, and secured the options on the others. I then sat tight on them to await developments. I had also found a loophole in the local city byelaws insofar that, if the building was deemed residential, then the taxes were vastly reduced. To facilitate this, I promptly converted the old office on the top floor of one building into an apartment for myself and set about renovating it as best I could on my meagre salary. Naturally, I first had to share my space with the pigeons and the rats but slowly, I made the space habitable. Indeed, for the first couple of months, nobody even knew I was living there. Even my electricity was supplied by a small, quiet, portable generator. Talk about establishing 'squatter's rights' in my own building. Still needs must when the devil cracks the whip. After getting my own space established, I quietly looked around for a couple of imaginative individuals to rent out the similar office in the second warehouse. I found them amongst people from my old neighbourhood. They were two Hispanic lesbians that I met in the seedy bar, but they had demonstrated respect to me just as I had been respectful to them. When I learned of their building knowledge and that they worked together as a plumber and an electrician, I approached them with some ideas. . Yes, Juanita and Marina were lesbians and they were Hispanic but so what? More importantly, they weren't stupid and they were hard workers. When I proposed my plan they could see the potential. Often they had mooted something similar but they had always balked at the risk and been stymied by shortage of money. I had now happened along to remove the risk and supply the building. They almost tore my arm off at my offer. Their rent was dirt-cheap because the old office space was huge and filthy but they were prepared to buckle down and work on the place themselves. Like me, they kept a low profile until they had their own space up and running. Every week we met together to chat about stuff and it wasn't long before they had finished their own apartment. By the time they had finished their apartment, I had wangled the planning development consents by some devious moves that, whilst legal, were pretty scurrilous. Next we arranged to sub-let several other spaces in the warehouse as large attractive apartments for Juanita and Marina's gay friends. Before long I was garnishing a pretty regular income as the superior landlord whilst they were supplementing their building jobs with sub-leased rents. I will admit I was sailing pretty close to the law but the fire regulations and safety features of old brick built warehouses with concrete floors and iron pillars were sound. Indeed, structurally the building was more fireproof than some latter day, modern cheap apartments and we passed the fire inspections with little trouble. I was on my way to a second property portfolio and I had cobbled together a building team from amongst the gay community. In addition to my original lesbian Hispanic friends Juanita and Marina, we had discovered a gay pair of black guys, Eddie and Charlie who were bricklayer and carpenter. Eddie the bricklayer proved to be worth his weight in gold. He was a strong imaginative guy who steadily repaired the exterior of the second warehouse, so much so that when the city father's passed by on their way to lay the foundation stone for the new 'Stockyard Complex' at the bottom of Main Street, they actually stopped the motorcade to gaze up at the renovated fa?ade and freshly repaired windows. The following summer's evening, whilst Eddie was pointing the brickwork at the side of the second warehouse with Charlie and the girls labouring for him, they received an unexpected visit from those very same city fathers and the city architect. "Who's building is this?" they wondered admiringly. Eddie paused then directed Juanita to go and fetch me whilst he carried on pointing and the city father's looked on. He heard them talking amongst themselves. "I thought these old factories were scheduled for demolition," remarked the mayor to his city architect. "I thought so too," replied the architect. Eddie paused from his pointing, looked down from his lofty perch and grinned as he interjected. "I don't think so, the boss has got planning consents. You guys signed it. Well you Mr. Mayor and the city engineer." The city fathers harrumphed and muttered amongst themselves and it was then that I appeared from around the back of the first warehouse where I was living alone. I immediately used my most attractive and comely smile. "Good evening gentlemen; nice evening." The mayor turned from the huddle and I immediately recognised the lust in his eyes. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'not the same old equation.' He probably thought I was some beddable bimbo ripe to submit to his charms. He continued to study my appearance as the other staff turned to meet me. I let them gape for several seconds before repeating myself. "I said good evening gentlemen. What can we do for you?" Suddenly they remembered their manners and the mayor quickly recovered his composure. "Oh. I'm sorry ma-am. Is it you in charge of this building?" "It is. I own the two of them in fact." "Oh. You see, we were driving by yesterday and I couldn't help but notice that you're, you're renovating them." "Yes. That's right. I've got the permissions and the consents. D'you want to see them?" The mayor was a little nonplussed. I remembered him and the city engineer signing them nearly a year earlier but he of course had been far too busy that day to notice the single 'mousy haired little woman' amongst all the other applicants and business that morning. He had presumed I was some sort of assistant or P.R., person working for somebody else. Somebody deemed far beneath his attention. I had chosen that day carefully when I knew the mayoral office would be busy attending to the mountain of consents and permissions concerning the new mall and residential developments. That day I had 'dressed down' deliberately to avoid being noticed. By a deft bit of organisation and a small backhander to a lady clerk I knew from my old neighbourhood, I had slipped my consent applications in with a raft of other business documents and my ploy had worked. My applications had received consents with little more than a cursory glance. I presented the mayor with some photocopies of the paperwork and he stared at them silently. Then he smiled slowly. "Jeeze! You're a sharp operator lady. These went in the same day as the stockyard stuff." "Yes sir," I replied with a wide innocent smile. He frowned then grinned as he looked up again at Eddie who had resumed pointing the brickwork. Then he turned to the city architect. "So these are apartments too, just like the new ones in the yards." "It would seem so your honour," smarmed the architect obsequiously. "How the hell did this stuff get past your office?" demanded the mayor. "These are old buildings your honour. My department is only concerned with new buildings. I think if you study the signatures your honour, that's your name and that's the city engineer's. These are your consents." "Shit! Is there anyway to stop this?" he asked turning to the rest of his entourage. A smart lady in a sharp two-piece suit spoke up as she finished cursorily checking my consents. "Not without paying a lot of compensation Mr Mayor." She was obviously some sort of smart lawyer. The mayor turned to me with a glare but I smiled becomingly again and nodded to confirm my little victory. It would cost the city an arm and a leg to compensate me for my investment. I'd learned my lessons the hard way. The mayor recognised a defeat when he saw one so he stepped towards me and drew me away from the group. "You're one clever little bitch lady. So what's your price?" I decided to offer the mayor an opportunity and here I brought the full weight of my experience and culture to bear. "Listen Mr Mayor. There's a real opportunity here. Remember New Orleans and the old French quarter, remember Savannah and the old houses by the water front." "Yee-ees," he replied slowly and thoughtfully. "Well I come from the old country and in England we've spotted a really good opportunity with hundreds of old cotton mills and factories up north. Developers are turning them into apartments and small offices." "Go on," he pressed softly as the gears of his mind turned slowly. "Well," I continued, "take another look at this area. Just look at those other two old mills across the street, then there's that old engine shed down beside the stockyards. Try looking at it in another light." "The engine shed's tumbling down," reflected the mayor, "I mean the tin roof is collapsed in and the place is just a mess." "Yeah," I agreed, "But the mess is just rubbish and weeds. I'll confess the place is overgrown and a real eyesore but the old round, engine shed is still sound and the roof is repairable. Look again at the old stonework and the brick lined windows, they're OK and they're quite attractive under all that old grime. Besides, how many old stone round buildings can you remember, surviving from the civil war?" "Dunno," he replied as he began to get the jist of my drift, "Well if this city ever wanted to start a museum, didn't it used to be a major rail junction before the rails moved out of town? "Yeah," replied the mayor. The new rail junctions are across the river." "Exactly! Well that old roundhouse would make a perfect base for a city history museum. It started here with the railway. What about a railway museum perhaps?" "Shit!" he gasped, "You know lady, you're not just a pretty face!" I smiled and invited the mayor's party to inspect the building that Eddie was busy re-pointing. Eddie and the others climbed down off the scaffold and joined the party as we stepped behind the old reinforced warehouse doors. I had to confess, I had not been inside for a month because I had been back in England organising my family's coming over to America. Eddie and Charlie had obviously been extra busy. The old cast iron pillars had been painted and the last of the broken windows re-glazed and refurbished. The second and third floors were now spectacularly attractive as high-grade apartments and many of them had recently been let. Only the ground and first floors were derelict and in need of refurbishment. Fortunately the tenant's association had been cleaning up for the weekend and the place was tidy. The mayor's eyes widened in wonder, as he dragged the party around the building, then he turned to me. "Can we see inside an apartment?" I shrugged apologetically. "Well they're private apartments now Mr Mayor. I can't just walk in." "He can see ours," chipped in Juanita as she dug out her key. "Thanks pet," I replied, for I knew Juanita kept her apartment spotless. Eddie and Charlie, for all their excellent traits, had a somewhat 'original view' to decoration and some of the statues and paintings in their apartment would have raised many a conservative eyebrow. I breathed a sigh of relief as Juanita gave me a knowing look and slipped her key into her door. As expected, Juanita and Marina's apartment was immaculate and the mayor was suitably impressed. He failed to spot any of the subtle signs that might have given indications of Juanita and Marina's sexuality and as he toured the apartment his eyes widened. He turned to Juanita. "This is a lot of space. How d'you afford the rent?" Juanita shrugged and declared quite honestly that the rent was affordable. The mayor frowned thoughtfully. "So how come you can afford this then?" Here I chipped in. It wouldn't do for the mayor to think that there was some sort of scam going down as the rental values affected city taxes when the buildings were assessed. "The derelict buildings were going cheap when I bought them," I interjected, "they were in worse condition than than those two across main street." These four tenants were my first partners and they have contributed to the building's repair and renovation so they get concessionary rents. These girls are tradesmen; that is plumber and electrician. The whole set up is like a sort of co-operative for the first tenants. That's the deal. The later tenants get to pay full whack. The mayor eyed me up again. He well knew that the actual rent was the figure accepted by any tribunal when it came to assessing taxes. He nodded thoughtfully then thanked me for the tour of inspection. "Would you like to see the other warehouse?" I offered. "That one's still almost as it was when I bought it, except for my space." The mayor gave me a funny look and nodded. Curiosity was overtaking him. "Yeah, OK. It'll be interesting." They fell to chattering amongst themselves then they all clambered into the old refurbished goods lift and commented on the decorative ironwork and beautifully polished Mahogany panels. "Is this the original hoist?" asked the lady lawyer who had been silent all this time. "Uhhm, almost," I answered. "It's the original goods hoist. That is the original framework and refurbished machinery from when it hoisted goods. That's what makes it so useful. It'll lift ten tons, which is very useful for furniture and maintenance and stuff. Charlie, the carpenter fitted it out" The lawyer woman ran her hands around the beautifully polished mahogany panels and hummed appreciatively before looking up and smiling at Charlie the carpenter. "This must have cost." "Heck no," added Charlie, "ya'll be surprised what folk'll throw out. This came from a skip outside a big department store that I was working on up in Chicago last couple of months." "What! And the etched mirrors as well?" asked the lawyer as she preened herself in the reflection. "Yup, the whole dan'g shooting match. Two lifts were being taken out and modernised so we asked for the internal panels and got them. They were about to be ripped out and smashed. So I offered to take them out after work one Saturday afternoon. They were glad to have them taken away. I just re-jigged them and fitted them in here. What'cher think?" The lift and its refurbishment was Charlie's pride and joy. It was also an advertisement for his skills. As we stepped out, the lady lawyer was taking his trade card. Then she asked for mine. I didn't have any and she was surprised. As we stepped across the side street to my other building she spoke to me again as the mayor chatted with his entourage. "Who are you? You're not American." I briefly explained my history then she returned to the business card thing. "So why don't you have any business cards? I mean if you develop old buildings like that number two warehouse you should get yourself known. Those guys back there with the mayor are impressed." Once again, I shrugged resignedly. I was 'once bitten, twice shy,' about working with or for anybody else. For now, I worked for myself and remained beholden to nobody. Then I couldn't be blackmailed, or pressured or abused about my sexuality. As we approached the second building I unlocked the huge clumsy padlock on the patched up doors and allowed the party inside. Only my four colleagues had ever seen past the outer door and then only to maintain the roof and windows to make the place weather tight. Inside, the main part of the building was just as I had bought it except for the top floor corner at the back that had once been an office. It overlooked the old railhead that once led into the stockyards. This I had turned into my own private apartment. The rest of the building stood gaunt and spooky with the whitewash peeling off the walls and the cast iron pillars scabby with rust and scale. In one part even some of the old mill machinery remained. The stark comparison with the second warehouse was a clear demonstration of what could be done with these old mills and warehouses, a perfect, 'before and after' scenario. The mayor pulled a face as he picked his way across the top floor between assorted piles of materials that we had garnished and salvaged from different sources. We had no immediate plans for such stuff but it would one day come in useful for any tenant who wanted a fancy spiral stairs or old-fashioned bathtub or something else that took their fancy. This warehouse served as a temporary store for rescued and salvaged materials and the mayor was mildly surprised when he finally arrived at my 'front door'. "This is my place, I live here." "What! Amidst all this junk?" "You saw the lift in the other warehouse Mr. Mayor. This isn't junk believe me! I have to live here over the shop, it's for security." His eyes fell upon a pile of copper pipe and fancy brass fittings and he recognised their scrap value if nothing else. Then he nodded wisely and followed me into my space. My apartment wasn't very well appointed for I tended to devote my time to my business. There was plenty of space but most of it was filled with papers, files and junk as I strove to work my way back up the property ladder. My personal living arrangements were subjugated into one small, Spartan corner. The mayor recognised the signs of my hermit-like existence and wrinkled up his nose at the unfinished 'Chinese carry-out' in its tinfoil tray beside my half drunk polystyrene cup of cold coffee. I shrugged apologetically. "I was just eating dinner when Juanita told me you'd stopped by." "Yeah," mused the Mayor as he moved to step out side again. My apartment was not at all inviting and I was too preoccupied with making stuff work to worry too much about my apartment. The only thing the mayor didn't see was my bedroom; my most private inner sanctum where I kept my extensive feminine wardrobe. As we returned to the street down the wide stairs he turned to me again. "So when's this one to be refurbished?" I shrugged again. "When time and money allows. Once potential tenants have seen the other building, they might buy 'off-plan' with this one." "This one's bigger isn't it?" observed one of the mayor's sidekicks, "When d'you think it'll be up and running?" "Can't say. Money's tight." "Well let me know. I'd be interested in one. This is right handy for town. Is there parking?" I nodded towards the spacious old goods yard beside the defunct railroad. There was plenty of secure space for cars behind the old brick walls and it had all come to me attached and deeded to the mills and warehouses. Several of the mayor's entourage nodded and I realised that there was already a likely market here in this group alone. My feelings and hunches had been right all along. As they finally clambered into their cars I noticed the lady lawyer's eyes sweeping around speculatively and missing nothing. 'She's a sharp one,' I thought as I turned to my crew to caution them. "Listen you guys. If we're to keep this to ourselves, I'd best take up the option on the mill and warehouse across the main street." Charlie gasped with surprise. "Wha-a! You got those as well?" "No," I replied, "I've only got options, but if I don't exercise them before the end of this financial year, then I lose my deposit." "So how much do we need?" I noticed that Charlie said 'we' but I ignored his presumption for when I mentioned the figure a despondent silence fell upon the four. "Shit!" cursed Eddie, "That's way out of our league!" "Yeah, but let's not give up hope. Even an option is worth something. Those buildings have already increased since we refurbished this one. Other people will see the potential and want to buy them. I've got the options to buy them for the original sum and they're worth twice that now. There's excess equity dripping from the roofs of these buildings. Alternatively, if I can sell one option on the south building, then we can use it as a deposit and raise a mortgage for the north. Another way would be to find, a buyer for one of the warehouses exercise my options and buy the two for the old price then sell one to the other buyer for the higher price they're worth now. Then I would own the other one outright by using the money to pay back the bank and having spare money to re-invest." There was a thoughtful silence for a few moments before Marina grinned. "Hey Petra, you's a crafty girl yeah! You make bloody clever deal yeah?" "It's all in the deals Marina," I advised her affectionately, "it's all in the deals." "I'll say," added Juanita thoughtfully. "You're one crafty cow!" I knew Juanita had used the word cow in the most affectionate sense and smiled as I hugged her. Eddie and Charlie also ginned but Eddie seemed much more thoughtful. Later he approached me as we all sat in the sleazy, gay bar drinking coffee. "Isn't there some way we could keep all four buildings?" "I dunno Eddie. You'd have to borrow big money somehow." "Yeah but, you know all about that stuff. Couldn't you give me a few pointers?" I thought about it and considered the enthusiasm that the mayor's crowd had shown. There might be some sort of opening there but I didn't know anybody well enough to fix up some sort of deal. Eddie's idea was a good one but it would take some fixing and I wasn't sure if I had enough time. I found myself looking at the second warehouse again for the gang had done a damned good job on the painting and pointing and other repairs. The renovated fa?ade of the second warehouse had been the jewel that had originally attracted the mayor that previous evening. I looked at it again and mused. "Tell you what Eddie, if you do as good a job on the fa?ade of the first warehouse as you've done on the second, then you would probably get some real money interested. They're handsome buildings once they're tarted up and they're sound solid structures." "Yeah, I'll vouch for that," sighed Eddie ruefully, "I've pointed enough bloody bricks." "Well forget the back of number two warehouse for now and concentrate on number one. The sooner we get the fronts of both of them smartened up, the sooner I can get some moneyed people interested." Eddie nodded then smiled then gave me an enthusiastic embrace as he kissed me full on the lips. If I had been a real girl I would probably have swooned in his arms but I just savoured his powerful muscles. Charlie gave me a strange look that turned to concern until I finally relinquished my grasp and slumped back to recover my composure. "Gosh Petra darling," squeaked Charlie, "for one moment I thought you might have turned gay." I smiled and wagged my head. I was still heterosexual but Eddie was one dammed attractive hunk of flesh. "No Charlie, I was just checking that these super muscles were still OK to do the work." Charlie grinned as he mimicked a Hollywood caricature.. "Yos'e one baa-ad bitch Petra, honey!" I smiled and nodded. Besides, I was still a family guy and I was to be reminded of that the very next day. The following day I was meeting Judith and my babies at Chicago airport. I had a long drive ahead of me so I decided to hit my bed early. Eddie and Charlie escorted me back to my warehouse for the area was still a bit lonely and spooky at night. Once they saw me to my apartment, they left to return to the gay club. They were intrigued to meet my wife Judith. All four of them asked themselves what sort of a girl would stay so loyal to a very effeminate and dare I say attractive transvestite. They were to learn as I had long ago realised, that Judith was a very special, 'one off' sort of girl. I owed her a lot - a hell of a lot! She had waited patiently for this day for four years. The following afternoon, after a long tiring drive, a very tired transvestite met his loyal wife and two children at Chicago airport. After some intense hugging and tears we checked in at a motel for the night. The next day I took her around the warehouses I was renovating. Judith, my wife rarely got involved in my deals with property but this time she was intrigued to learn what I was up to. When I showed her my squalid little apartment high up on the back corner of the second un- renovated building she was, to say the least, unimpressed. "We cant live here!" she protested, "I've come all the way over the ocean to live here?" I realised that it was a pretty squalid place even after I had made some attempt at cleaning it up. Perhaps I had been too optimistic and taken her too much for granted. "Money's still tight Judith," I pleaded, "It won't be long before things take a turn. Look, I've got plans." I unrolled a drawing across my desk but Judith was not impressed. "It's not me," she observed as she nodded towards Henry and Penelope, "It's these two. They're into everything, or hadn't you noticed? All that junk outside, it's a death trap!" I began to realise that I had been too ambitious and jumped too early. My apartment, up at the top of a squalid warehouse, was in truth nothing but a building site. It was hardly the right place to raise children. True, thanks to Eddie, the warehouse looked good on the outside, and it was now weatherproof but it was still a warehouse on the inside. Judith was well pissed and handed me an ultimatum. "Either the kids get a decent home by Saturday or we're back on the next flight to England! For God's sake Pet! They've been used to a rolling estate with acres of parklands." "Yes," I protested angrily, "and it was mainly my efforts that got the old pile back in UK into some sort of shape. I'm trying to do the same over here. Be patient! When Uncle Reggie dies, you'll have two estates to live in then you can take your choice, UK or USA." "But I'm thinking of these two now. They need a proper place to live. This is just a mess! Anyway it's not just the mess, it's dangerous!" I felt a bit wounded. I had invited Judith and the children over because in truth I as a bit lonely. I felt she was putting the children before me and resented her attitude a bit. However her argument was solid. Outside my apartment the warehouse was in truth a trap for children. They could not live amongst piles of architectural salvage. Reluctantly I capitulated. Judith would have to find somewhere suitable for the children. We slept together that night but nothing happened. Henry and Penelope slept between us and it was a bit of a squeeze. They had rejected the bunk beds I had provided for they were in a strange place and a little afraid. They preferred to sleep with their mummy and daddy- mum. In the morning I prepared breakfast while Judith prepared the twins. I had the germ of an idea and by my silence Judith sensed it. "Come on. Penny for your thoughts," she remarked. I looked at her and frowned thoughtfully. "Would you be prepared to live next door in one of the completed apartments until this place is ready." "What d'you mean by next door?" she asked. "Oh, sorry," I realised she thought I meant this number one warehouse but I had meant the refurbished number two on the next block, "No not this one, the refurbished one on the next block, the one that's all painted and looking good." "What's it like inside?" persisted Judith. "Well, the top floors are finished and there's a proper lift. The two lowest floors are being finished at the end of this month then the whole place will be ready." "OK, I'll go and see after breakfast." After a tour of motherly inspection Judith was reasonably satisfied. Fortunately, one of the apartments was still not quite finished so Eddie, Charlie, Juanita and Marina pulled the stops out. Within two days it was habitable. Judith moved in at the end of the week and the situation was normalised. For the next few months I lived in warehouse two with my family whilst my old apartment was turned into the site office. That Sunday night my four friends joined us for dinner and they congratulated Judith on finally taming me. "I'm glad to see that you've managed to domesticate her then," smiled Juanita to Judith as she played with Henry on her knee. "Petra's like a Pavalovian dog," grinned Judith, "just ring the sex bell and she comes running." I crimsoned with embarrassment as the others all laughed while Henry and Penelope gurgled with pleasure. Then Juanita and Marina joined Judith in the bathroom to prepare the twins for bed. Eddie, Charlie and I heard the three of them squealing with delight and we looked at each other. Eddie grinned. "Where should you be Petra? Here with the boys or in there with the girls?" "Oh, don't worry, I'll have plenty of time to play with the kids. Let Juanita and Marina enjoy the opportunity." We chatted about financing the deal on warehouses three and four across Main Street until the girls reappeared with broad smiles. I recognised that Judith had something to tell me and we talked that night. "Juanita and Marina are feeling broody," she whispered. I remained thoughtfully silent. There were so many questions and I didn't want to jump the gun. Judith was not to be deterred however. She realised my tactful silence belied a dozen questions rumbling around in my head. "So what do you think?" "It's not up to me. It's their choice. I suppose it was bathing the twins that set all this off." "You're not following me are you," accused Judith. "What's there to follow?" "They're working girls. They're afraid it'll affect the team's performance when they're heavy with child." "That's no problem," I replied dismissively, "I can always hire other workers. In fact we've got a whole gang working for us now. My four now do mostly supervisory work, checking the finished work and stuff." "Stop pretending to be dumb. It's not that they're so worried about." In truth Judith had lost me now. I turned and stared at her puzzled. "What? Why? It's not a problem, really it isn't! They can take maternity leave their insurance covers that. It's specifically mentioned in their contracts. They made sure it was included. I made sure it was included." Judith smiled at me and wagged her head. "God you are so dumb sometimes. You really don't get it do you?" "Get what!" I almost shouted. Judith smiled and reached over to hug me. I savoured her soft body, warm and inviting against me and started to respond to her invitations by sliding slowly down her tummy towards her pussy. Instead, she unexpectedly grabbed my hair and gently brought me back to look straight into her eyes. "Not yet silly. You still don't get it. Do I have to spell it out?" I was baffled and stared at her perplexed. "Yes!" I confessed. Judith sighed impatiently. "They need a father stupid! Juanita and Marina will need a father for their kids!" Then and only then did I get the jist. I froze for a moment and stared at my wife Judith. Then I became a bit upset. "Have you offered my services?" I demanded. Judith smiled non-committedly and I realised that she must only have intimated that my services might be available. Then I realised she had probably described that there would be no direct sex involved. It would be another 'turkey baster' thing. She tensed slightly as I followed her thoughts. "You're not angry are you? I think they're paying you the supreme compliment. They want you to be the father of their children." "You mean they're glad there'll be no sex involved. They're just glad that neither of them will have to sleep with some great ugly hairy male or worse, go through all the rigmarole of sperm banks, medical tests and social assessments." Judith fell silent. She had not considered this angle but I had! Thirty odd years of living with prejudice and hypocrisy had hardened my cynicism. "D'you think it could be that?" she wondered, "They don't seem to be those sort of girls. They were genuinely contented when bathing Henry and Penelope. They were delighted with them." I relented slightly. Maybe I was being a bit hard on the pair; after all they had shown me respect and consideration when I lived close to them down on the wrong side of the tracks. It had been that courteousness and compassion displayed by them that had drawn me to them. My mood softened and I sighed resignedly. "Ooooh OK then, I might as well. They've never done me any harm; in fact they've always been helpful and considerate. Yeah. Why not?" Judith squeaked with delight then pressed herself to me and started to excite my titties. This always brought me off and I gasped with delight as our intimacy deepened. Soon we were 'soissante neuf' and bringing each other to the acme of delights. To complete our lovemaking, Judith fastened our dildo around my waist and impaled herself upon it thus attaching herself to me for the night. I recognised that sometimes a girl needed a good hard dick inside her and this was Judith's need right now. After all poor Judith had been denied sex for nearly a year whilst we were separated by the Atlantic so it was only fair that I should attend to her deepest needs when they finally overtook her. She made sacrifices enough by accepting me as her lifetime partner and forgoing a nightly reaming with a real prick. The following Sunday morning whilst the three girls walked with the twins down by the river, Judith conveyed my agreement to Juanita and Marina. When I saw them at work the following Monday, they were all over me. Eddie and Charlie were nonplussed at their emotive behaviour and grinned unknowingly. "What's got into those two boss?" asked Charlie. "Oh, just woman stuff," I replied enigmatically, "you know how us girls can be." The boys wagged their heads and returned to sorting through the architectural salvage. The city architect was coming around that morning because he had recognised the opportunities supplied by our reclamation work. We had an awful lot of valuable stuff locked up in Warehouse number one and he was looking for some stuff for his own house. When he arrived, I was not surprised to see the lady lawyer accompanying him. As the architect sieved through some old fashioned original taps, she spoke privately to me. "Have you got any apartments left in the other building?" I explained that I was temporarily living in the only remaining one for sale and that I could not vacate it until we had progressed the work elsewhere. She sighed with disappointment but I encouraged her. "The problem is, I've got to find a proper place for my wife Judith and my two children. They've just come over from England. We are living in the reserved apartment until she finds something suitable." Samantha's eyes widened with surprise. "Your wife!" "Yes." "But, - but you're a wom, - you're a woman. I, -." "Eehmm, - I'm not," I replied softly. "What gave you that idea?" Samantha the lawyer stepped back and gave me a wry sideways look as she tapped at our faint reflections in the glass door. "Duuh! The mirror perhaps." I grinned and struck a very effeminate pose then wagged my head. "Well let that be a lesson young lady. Appearances can be deceptive. I'm a boy, and a father to boot." Samantha's jaw sagged disbelievingly then I had to admire the girl. She recovered her composure and resumed talking business. "Well, whatever. How's about you moving out to my house in the suburbs and I move into an apartment in the refurbished block two next door?" The idea had merit. I knew Judith wanted a garden for the twins so it was worth checking out Samantha's place. I could always return back to my hermit-like apartment if I was late finishing work. Judith was happy with my 'working late'. She knew full well that dickless husbands didn't much get the chance to be unfaithful. If I told Judith I was 'working late darling', it meant just that, I really was working late. Within a few months the arrangement was fixed up. (It took that long to get Juanita and Marina pregnant with my turkey baster sperm.) Judith was more than pleased with the set up but I was not fully cognoscente of the true reason. Whilst milking me of my sperm for Juanita and Marina's impregnations, Judith had also been indulging her own matrimonial rights. She had been slipping some of my sperm into that place where it had the most right to go, namely her own vagina. A few months later when I finally noticed Judith's swollen tummy I learned of the forthcoming event. Joy of joys, I was to be a daddy again. Samantha was overjoyed with her city apartment for it meant she no longer had to commute each morning to city hall. She was one of a growing band of single people who were beginning to recognise the advantages of inner city living. I had also earned myself a new friend in city hall and she was a very useful one. The real reason however, was that Samantha was gay and she had readily seen where my development was going. Already, a smart new caf? had opened in one of the retail spaces in my Number Two Warehouse and the local gay scene was becoming more civilised and cosmopolitan. A few months later Sandie, the owner of the gay club we regularly frequented had approached me with a view to refurbishing her seedy establishment and moving it upmarket. I was a bit sorry to learn of this for 'Sandie's Place' gave the area its identity. Gay villages always had a slightly risqu? reputation and despite it's 'run down' appearance, Sandie's Place was the neighbourhood icon. After some long discussions we arrived at a superb compromise. I rented Sandie another unit from Number Two Warehouse where she set up a daytime club and caf? whilst the day-time hours for the original seedy dive were shortened to make the old club a late opening 'dive'. This had the added attraction of providing a third place to move on to for the restless tourist crowd who always wanted to tour all the gay bars. Naturally the later restricted hours gave Sandie's old Place a much more risqu? reputation and she played this up with a new stage show. Drag shows, comedy acts and stuff. By this time, Number One Warehouse was getting established and with Samantha's excellent contacts we worked out a deal for my options on warehouses three and four. All four of my partners finally got a break and Samantha pitched in as well. OK so I only got to own Warehouse four outright, whilst Warehouse three was a shared thing but hey, I'm not greedy and anyway, the stress of sorting the money was better shared. I never did feel comfortable with too much debt. End of Chapter Nine - To Be Continued !! Feedback greatly appreciated !!