Angela Gardner — Private Eye

It was an ordinary Monday. I was sitting in my office, filing my nails and trying not to think about the bottle of bourbon in the bottom drawer of my desk when the door opened and she walked in. It was Ronnie Rho. She sat down, crossed her long, nylon sheathed gams and took a puff from the Lucky she held in her well manicured fingers. I couldn’t decide whether to say, “No smoking in the office, or to offer her a slug of that bourbon when she spoke. “Miss Gardner, you’ve got to help me. I’ve been working all day on This Week In Transgenderism and it’s finally ready.”

“Thanks doll face. I’ll make sure your readers get a chance to see it,” I said. She stood and left, trailing just a whiff of her exotic perfume — before I had a chance to offer her that shot.

Moments later I was confronted with another doxy in a tight Spandex dress that was showing enough cleavage to make a showgirl envious. She walked through the doorway and said her name was Amberle, Dina Amberle, and she had just got off work at The Diner. It was her diner she said, “Dina’s Diner.” She went on, “I only serve the freshest dish in town.” I believed her. She looked like that kind of broad. She told me that she’d just been working on the Monday menu and she had included some spicy commentary on crossdressers who like to dress kinky, a TG lady who fought back when she was denied entry to a club, a dominatrix who knows how to punish nuts, the Devil in drag and possibly a bit more. “I want you to make sure it gets to the TGF readers,” she said. I told her I’d take the case. She looked grateful as she left. Very grateful. Then I was alone again, thinking about that bottle in the drawer and all the things I’d have to do on both of these cases. And I still had to clear up the Lexy Tranner case. Lexy was a weekend CD and it was up to me to help her creator, Kyra Kelly, get the kid to her Halloween party and share her adventure with the TGF readers. And there were some other loose ends, like those photos from the Henry David Halloween Ball. I’d have to deal with that situation, and soon. Outside my window the rain had started to come down and it tapped at the glass with a sound like high heels on a marble floor. Tick, tap. Tick, tap. I thought about that bourbon, all alone in its drawer and decided to keep it company…as soon as I hit the Publish button for the Monday Edition of TGForum.

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