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The nightclub, loose definition at best, had been a factory, the two story brick walls filled with tall windows.

Half of these were covered in large brightly painted pictures of singers and musicians, Daltrey, Page, Plant, Springsteen, Mellencamp, and even Elvis on black velvet, of course.

The stage stood at one end and the bar at the other the rest dedicated to audience and dancers.

On the mezzanine were groups of chairs, couches, and low tables. It felt like the garage you had your friends over in when your parents were out of town. Not too clean, none to warm, and very loud. The band was playing good old rock and roll. Just the way I liked it. I had gotten a drink from the bar, served in old-time coca-cola glasses; movie style popcorn buckets littered the floor and tables.   She was sitting on a 50's type couch. Her short blonde hair catching the colors of the disco balls hanging from the ceiling. She was wearing a blue velvet suit with an animal print silk shirt, slim pants and stiletto high heels. I found myself staring; everything about her was perfect. She had a beautiful face, full mouth accented with frosted pink lipstick, flawless skin made-up skillfully and long fingered hands tipped in silver polish. She noticed my stare and I was caught in an azure pair of eyes. I hesitated; my heart was beating wildly at getting caught. I raised my glass to her and said "nice pants" gave her a nervous smile and hurried away.

Good thing I wasn't trying to pick her up, that stupidity would've sealed my fate. And what was I doing getting hot and bothered over someone of my own sex? I needed another drink.

  After an hour of listening to the latest business and romantic conquests of my friends, I decided to find myself yet another drink to avoid their latest matchmaking attempts. An overly muscled fitness trainer or an overly ambitious bonds trader, sometimes I wondered if my friends listened to me at all. Then I wondered what they would say if I told them of my reaction to the woman in the blue suit. Damn, I could still see her vividly in my mind, when did I change sides?  

The fitness trainer was coming towards me as I approached the bar; he was carrying a drink that looked suspiciously healthy. Yuck! Even drowning tomato juice in vodka didn't make it recreational as far as I was concerned. I made a quick turn towards the restrooms; I passed the men's room and turned down the hall to the ladies room. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. The scent of cologne hit me and I opened my eyes to find her watching me, leaning a shoulder against the same wall not six inches away from me.

  "Hi, I'm Maggie" Boy, that was original, I was getting good at the stupidity.

  "Who are you hiding from?"

  "The fitness trainer who will die if he tries to explain the proper way to stomach crunch one more time."

  "Where did you find him?" She had a low, throaty voice, very sexy. I could feel myself starting to blush.

  "Why do I make you so nervous?"

  "I don't usually get caught staring" I could feel the heat in my face intensify. "Nor cover it up with a bad reference to a commercial." She chuckled at me.

  "Having a bad game night?"

  "Feels more like switching sides" I couldn't look at her, my face must have been beet red at this point. "I don't mean to offend you." I started forward to leave; I felt her hand on my arm. I stared down at the silver nails and erotic images filled my mind, I swallowed hard.

  "Were you looking to get traded to the other team?" She smiled at me, as I found the courage to glance at her sideways. All I could think of was kissing her.

  "I hadn't thought so." I croaked, she grinned and leaned in towards me to say something in my ear. On impulse I touched my lips to hers and felt her tense. I drew back fast trying to catch my breath. She looked shaken by my kiss.

"Sorry, couldn't resist" I whispered looking into to her eyes.

"How did I do? I've never kissed a girl before this."

  Her eyes widened and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out the nearby exit.

  We were halfway through the parking lot, when we came to a blue car and she pulled out a key from her coat pocket. "Get in"

  I did, surprising the hell out of myself; spontaneity is not one of attributes. I started to laugh at myself. I turned to look at her; she was gripping the wheel tight with both hands a stormy look on her face.

  "Why did you want me out here like this?"

  "I'm not a woman, my name is Eddie."

"Seriously?" She, no he nodded his head. "Are you switching teams? Transsexual, right?"

  "No, I'm not going to have an operation, I'm not transsexual, I'm a transvestite."

  "You don't want to be a woman?"

  "No, I just want to have the freedom to dress the way I want to dress." I looked down at my jeans, boots, gender-neutral sweater and my ex-boyfriends' leather coat that I was wearing. "I think it would be very hypocritical of me to deny you that." He looked over at me, I indicated my clothes and he smiled, what a great smile he had.

  "Were you afraid I was going to create a scene?"

  I saw him start to relax more at my tone. "Yeah, I was, why did you think I wanted you out here?"

  "Teach me how to kiss?" I was starting to think that I had had a lot more to drink than I realized.

  "What makes you think you need teaching?" He asked smiling, our eyes met and held.

  "You are so beautiful." I said softly to him. My heart raced as my hand reached out to touch his face and smooth through his hair. I moved closer to him and brought my lips up to his just touching. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss. I laid my head on his shoulder. "Can I see you again?"

  He tightened his arms around me. "I'd like that."

  I stole another kiss and squeezed him tight. "I have to get back before my friends worry about me." I was reluctant to leave. "Do you have a piece of paper and you can give me your number?"

  "Maybe in the glove compartment." I opened it and handed him the apple core out of it. "Can I use this map of Belgium?" I looked at him skeptically.

  "It was a joke." I wrote my number down on the edge and tore it off for him.

  He gave me his. "When is the best time to call you?"

  "After six" He told me and took my hand and kissed the palm of it.

"Were you really thinking of changing sides?" He asked me softly. I kissed him again.

  "Yeah, for you."

I tucked the map in my coat and went back in to my friends, after I watched him drive away.