Steve looked at Jesse, who shifted uncomfortably as they 
stand inthe main lobby of Chez Felicity.  It was one of the 
older buildings inthis section of South Central L.A. and 
Steve knew that niether he norJesse had any business being 
there.  But, he thought, orders were orders. He took a deep 
breathe, and hoped the humiliations would be over withsoon.  
His breath caught in his throat as a beautiful young lady 
emergedfrom the back office, and he noticed that her 
appearance behind thecounter had caused Jesse's posture to 
stiffin.
	"Good afternoon, Ladies," the girl said pleasently.  "How 
may I help you today?"
	Steve had to concentrate, so that some fleeting thoughts 
would pass and he would not blow their cover.  "We, ah...we 
saw an add in thepaper that there is a room available."  He 
cleared his throat.  "We hoped you might show it to us."
	"Certainly!" she said, quite agreeably.  "Right this 
way."  Asshe took them on a quick tour, and up to the 
available room, she mad small talk.  "I'm Matilda.  I've been 
staying here fro about three years. It's a really nice 

place, and all of our boarders are very friendly."
	Jesse nodded and Steve just smiled.  Her voice was so 
beautiful. It was so captivating.  The inflections and meter 
were perfect--almost poetic.  Suddenly he felt a sharp jab in 
his ribs, which brought his thoughts back to 

reality.  Jesse was glaring at him.  
	"Her name is Stephanie," Jesse said, focusing his 
attention once again on Matilda.
	Steve grinned and nodded.  Focus, he thought.  I have to 
focus.
	As they stepped off the elevator Matilda was telling them 
about weekly bingo games and bridge matches.  "Of course 
there are also activities for our more athletic ladies that 
room here."  She stopped at room #727.  "Here we are," 

she said, unlocking the door.  "Room 727. It's one of the 
nicest.  There's one bedroom with a kingsized bed, and one 
bathroom with a whirlpool bath.  The kitchenette is small, 
but accomodating."
	Jesse and Steve feigned intrest in the apartment as the 
looked around.  "We'll take it," Steve said, eager to please 
Matilda and utterly oblivious to 

the fact that any resonably normal person would have asked

the price of the rent and conferred with his (her) 
prospective roommate before making such a commitment.
	"Great!" Matilda exclaimed.   "Rent is Sixty dollars a 
month,with a one hundred dollar down payment, preferably in 
cash."
	"Okay," Jesse said.  "Thank you for all your help."  He 
looked  around the tastefully decorated apartment.  It came 
with some furniture,though very little.
	"Well, after you bring your things up and get settled in, 
be sure to stop by the main desk in the lobby.  That's where 
you can get abuilding and room key."
	"Thanks," Steve managed to say, as Matilda turned and 
left.
	Alone in their room, Steve and Jesse sat watching TV and 
eating hamburgers and drinking Nestea.  A commercial 
interrupted their program,and Jesse pressed the mute button.  
	"I still can't believe it," Jesse spoke up.
	"Would I lie to you, Jess?
	"No, but...I'm living in a women's boarding house, 
parading around in women's clothing, all because some crazy 
lady that runs Chez Felicity thinks that someone's trying to 
kill her!"
	"Like I said, Jesse, she's been getting strange phone 
calls, and the like, but other than that she has no prrof.  
She's convinced her life is in danger, and she has some 
connections on the force."
	"What kind of connections?"
	Steve coughed.  "You, uh...don't wanna know.  At any 
rate, our job is to be as patient as we can, and to stake the 
place out.  We just have to keep our eyes open for a few days."
	"And if we don't see anything?"
	"If nothing happens, then we go home.  But if we do see 
something..."
	"...then we're transvestites until the killer makes his 
move and we can catch him," Jesse finished dismally.  	
"More or less," Steve agreed.


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