"But why'd you have to wear those feminine togs and all those other pretty goodies and be a girl? Couldn't you have been a man instead?"
Doc shook her head ruefully. "Because that's my M.O. and I'm too small to play a man!" she snorted in disgust.
"Your what?"
"M.O.... my modus operandi, the way I always operate."
"Oh, I see... I think," she responded dubiously.
"Besides, it was Cherry's very first deep cover assignment and I was there to lend a hand and critique her technique and help her if she needed it. We were acting like sisters so we could infiltrate Mosse's gang and locate their private sources of supply..."
"By being a girl with those men?"
Doc nodded. "Yes that was part of it."
"And, did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Were you a girl, and did you infiltrate the gang?"
"Well in a way... I was a biker's bitch and we were going there last night, Cherry riding behind Blackie and me riding Moose Meat's cunt seat, and..."
"You were riding his what?"
Doc flushed brightly. "I mean I was riding on Moose's jump seat... you know, behind him."
"And you were being a girl with him?"
Doc nodded. "Yes," she replied softly.
"And he was believing that you were all girl?"
"Yes," Doc's voice was full of shame. "I had hmi snowed."
"You had him what?"
"I had him fully convinced that I was a real female, a hot-to-trot biker's bitch, as it were." Doc explained softly, the voice low, embarrassed but proud at the same time.