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everything.”
    “ Aw, that’s all right. I
don’t mind going Dutch.”
    He laughed, surprised by
the old-fashioned expression. Better to explain now.
    “ No, uh, I don’t think you
understand what I mean. I mean, broke—as in dead broke. That’s one
reason I’m kind of interested in other forms of
employment…”
    “ Oh.” He could imagine her
thoughts, but then how do you really know?
    And notice I just said her
there.
    “ Say, Kim,”
    “ Yes?” Kim was more
doubtful now, and Brandon realized that it sounded like some kind
of a brush-off.
    “ We don’t have to go
anywhere.”
    “ What do you
mean?”
    “ Well, I don’t know. There
are parks and things. Trails—you know. There’s supposed to be a
waterfall up by Lyndock Hill. Somewhere up there, in a conservation
area.”
    “ Hmn. I have to admit, I am
intrigued.” That seemed bold for Kim.
    Kim really didn’t impress
Brandon in terms of coy repartee. You never knew though—as his old
man once advised him, ‘nice girls fuck too
and they’re a lot less trouble.’
    Kim obviously thought for a
moment.
    “ Are you working now,
Kim?”
    Kim had told him
that he, she or it worked as a supply-chain specialist for a prominent stocking
manufacturer, in fact a famous brand name.
    “ Yes. But I get off at
four-thirty, just like every other working slob.”
    His heart stopped—he thought Kim was
going to say ‘girl’ there and settle all doubts.
    Damn.
    Kim had called him from work. It had
some kind of significance, if only because there were implied
alternatives. Kim might have other options. She was lining up her
weekend.
    One couldn’t assume anything of
course, but hurting Kim’s feelings, male or female, really wasn’t
in him.
    So you learn something new about
yourself everyday.
    “ I’ll tell you what.” Kim
didn’t have a car, he knew that. “Why don’t I pick you up at the
front door. We’ll grab a six-pack, and some KFC, and we’ll go there
up and look for that waterfall.”
    “ Sure.” A smile was evident
in Kim’s voice. “Pick me up outside the front gate. There’s a guard
shack, on Dumb-ass Street, right?”
    He smiled.
    Dundas Street. No-brainer.
    “ Right.”
    They rang off and Brandon sat back in
his overstuffed rocking armchair, lost in futile
speculation.
    If Kim is a man, what in
the hell am I going to do?
    Oh, oh—and one more thing.
    How in the hell do I get
myself into these
situations…?
     
     
    Act Three

     
    Like the total idiot that he was,
Brandon had forgotten to ask what Kim was wearing.
    He was relieved to see that Kim had
worn, or had somehow changed into, low brown walking shoes,
knee-high white socks, a short, pleated grey skirt and a loose
white blouse with long sleeves. There was a considerable extent of
pale white skin exposed between the socks and the skirt. It was a
warm day and there was no black leather jacket in evidence. Cute as
a button, and looking like the school-girl from hell.
    The sight ought to have been
reassuring. Surely a gender-confused individual would be clad in
appropriate attire, at least during working hours. Kim’s boss might
be a man, woman, or nut-case. Interesting thought, but
irrelevant.
    Usually all caught up on
the news, or at least the hot-button memes of the day, Brandon wondered
what the corporate policy here was, on cross-dressing in the
work-place for example, in these politically-correct
times.
    Kim looked fresh and
inviting, the hair lower and flatter today, combed out long and
straight and looking jet black with stunning highlights in the
blazing sun of late afternoon. Ah, mousse, he realized. That’s how
she…yes, she did
it.
    Hold the illusion for as
long as you can, for surely it is a good one.
    Why not?
    What the hell.
    The closer she gets, the
taller she is. Holy.
    Kim’s stride was long, powerful, and
damn it all, Brandon was going to call Kim a she until otherwise
informed.
    The hips went back and forth, left and
right, and those incredible eyes were