Deep down, he felt his time was close and, like anyone, wished todelay the inevitable. Turning to the Wizard, he nodded."How does it work?" Just keep ...t next to your skin."Taking the amulet, the customer threaded it onto a silver chain and tuckedit in his shirt."How much?"The Wizard waved off the inquiry."Nothing, for I can only sell what I own." Coming from behind the counter,he gestured toward the door. "Now I bid you good evening, and offer mysincerest wishes for happiness in your next. " I'm not!" Denise insisted.The sitter sighed. "Of course, it's possible that she is, too." I am not gay!" Denise cried."We'll just have to wait and see," Becky suggested. "One thing I cantell you for sure, though, is that cross dressing won't, in and ofitself, make her homosexual." I'm not homosexual!" Denise screamed.Afraid what the neighbors might think, should they hear her son'sprotests, Diane shushed Denise. "For God's sake, lower your voice! Doyou want the whole neighborhood to. “Let me be honest. You are a comely, fancy-able lady. I have no doubt that customers will want to enquire as to your availability. When you feel able to step up to more remunerative work, let me know.”She left, dazed and confused. She had just agreed to work in a brothel, she had come a long way from the innocent girl in Boston.Two weeks later, she was standing at the reception desk dressed in a dress that showed her calves with a dropped neckline that displayed more of her cleavage than had. “No, but it does hurt if you get it in your eye. I’ve had it in my eye before.” “Well, that stuff’s gotta go,” I said, walking back to the bed, holding the towel to my eye. “I tried telling you that black girls are different.” I cleaned out my burning orbital the best that I could and then threw the towel over a chair. “Yeah, but I thought you meant in bed.” “See, most people don’t realize what black girls gotta do with their hair,” Honey.