His hand came from behind his head and his finger traced the silky strap at my shoulder.
“I’m not lettin’ you out of my sight.”
My breath had started coming faster when he touched me.
“It’ll be okay. Everyone’ll be there.”
His eyes locked on mine and I read that nothing more could be said, Lee had made up his mind.
His finger hooked in the strap and tugged it toward him. Either I could resist and risk the fragile strap breaking or I could acquiesce. I liked the top so I leaned into him.
His arms circled me and I rested my hands on his chest.
“How long is this gonna last tonight?” he asked.
I thought about it.
“It should be over around one or two. I’m on drag duty so I have to stay until the bitter end.”
His eyes had become melty-chocolate but now they hardened with impatience.
“I’m never gonna do anything but sleep with you in my bed, am I?”
God, I hoped that wasn’t true. That would suck. Now that I was kind of coming to terms with our togetherness, I was looking forward to certain things we hadn’t gotten around to doing, like the exchange of bodily fluids.
I opened my mouth to speak but the melty-chocolate had come back into his eyes.
“You don’t have to answer, your face said it all.”
Great.
We went out the back and through the adjoining gate to Tod and Stevie’s. I knocked at their backdoor and put my head in.
“Yoo hoo!” I called.
Stevie yelled from the bowels of the house for us to come in and we entered the kitchen. Chowleena came clicking through and she butted my legs with her head, then she stepped back and barked twice at Lee, her front paws coming up with each exertion. When she was done with her warning, she butted his legs too.
“She likes you,” I told Lee. He bent over to scratch Chowleena’s ears and I called, “I’ve got Lee with me.”
Stevie appeared in the doorway and blatantly and thoroughly looked Lee over.
Then, he smiled his approval at me.
“I’m Stevie,” he said, his eyes moving back to Lee and he came into the room.
“Lee.”
They shook hands then Stevie gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Chowleena barked again and then clicked out of the room, her bottom swaying pertly, full of attitude.
We followed.
The living room-cum-dining room was closed up tight from any looky-loos. The Burgundy Rose transformation was firmly hidden behind drawn curtains and a closed front door. The dining area looked like the backstage of a New York fashion show had exploded in it. There was makeup scattered across the dining room table, two lighted mirrors and three foam heads with wigs on them. Formal dresses in every color and fabric were strewn across the backs of chairs, sequins sparkled and feathers swayed slightly in the breeze of the ceiling fan. Shoes were lying around everywhere.
Tod was in semi-drag. He was sitting in a robe, panty-hose on and I could tell he had his girl figure already sorted under the robe. His hair was in a skull cap ready for a wig, his base makeup was heavy and his eyes were mostly done. He had the spidery shape of a false eyelash dangling from his fingers and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He narrowed his eyes through the smoke at Lee.