"I'm not crazy Matt!"
Matt shrugged, "Lessie..."
"FOR PETE'S SAKE MATT!"
"Okay... Um, Les-ter. I'm not crazy either." He continued to stand behind his kitchen table as if the thing were a shiel. When Les had moved part way around tit Matt and retreated. It was obvious that Matt was uncomfortable in Les' presence. His eyes hooded, not returning Les' gaze, he continued, "You've been going that way a long, long time..."
"Going what way?" Les challenged.
"You know... that woman-trapped-in-a-male-body thing..."
Les blushed brightly, "No way!"
Matt gulped and looked at the floor, "Whatever, Boss."
Les looked at the ceiling in frustration, This isn't happening !"
"Your uncle was pretty patient for a while, but then... Jeez, Lessie... er, Lester... there was no way he could keep that group of farmers together with a sissy running the company..."