I looked at myself (in the picture) first, frowning at the camera, my mustaches and little beard looking so real. Anyone who knew me would recognize me, I felt certain. They wouldn't have recognized the vivacious, smiling girl beside me. She was beautifully made-up and, being with me, didn't look tall for a girl. 'Maid Marion and Big John', read the caption with the picture but, underneath, there I was, identified as John Brennan with his girl friend, Marian Andrews.
"Someone from the office will see this," I said to Drew with a shudder.
"Won't know it isn't your cousin or something." said Drew cheerfully. "And who's that lovely girl you're with?"
"Oh gosh," I said with a shudder. "You know what they're going to call me. Why'd I ever go to that dance with you, you dressed up like, like what was the first word he'd used, 'like a queer of a tranny'?"
"Didn't I disprove the first last night?" asked Drew, his face definitely pink. "You said you enjoyed yourself, you know."
"I made love to a woman named Jessica," I sneered at Drew, who shrugged.
"I made love to a handsome man last night," Drew said in a soft drawl. "He said he enjoyed making love to me."
"Well," I said, heading towards the door. "It was good while it lasted, Jessica darling. I promise I won't call you my 'bitch' when we're playing basketball again!"