Quail hunting.

I have always been open to new hunting experiences. One such innocent pursuit led me to a path of such sorbid depravity that I fear I must relate it as a warning to others !
During the early seventies a dear American friend ( who I shall henceforth refer to as Mr X ) invited me to a Quail shoot near his home in Zapata, Texas.
The shoot was a dreary dismal affair. It held little or no appeal to me. Quite frankly, shooting those tiny birds was not my idea of sport.
Mr X sensing my meloncolia reassured me that he had planned an evening of delight. I was excited at the prospect of an evening of hedanistic pleasure to make up for the tedium of the quail shoot.
That night Mr X took me to an infamous bordello of nefarious repute. I was introduced to a rather ugly lady who ordinarily would have held no attraction to me, however I was slightly intoxicated and sadly carnal lust got the better of me ! We retired to her room and she started to undress. As I drunkenly ogled her I was horrified to discover that she was in fact a he ! A man ! A bloody man dressed as a lady !
I pushed the indecent creature aside and fled the room. I staggered naked into the street being chased by the irate transexual and her pistol wielding pimp.
They were demanding payment. I naturally refused claiming that although intoxicated I had no desire to have relations with a man in ladies clothes.
My arguments were to no avail and my wallett was emptied by these crooks at gun point.
Naked and pennyless I waited several hours in the cold for Mr X to have his fun and leave the bawdy house.