" I have no desire to be a man, I love being a woman and I want to have children someday, children that I carry." Hmmm?well, I always try to give my c...stomers what they ask for." He rummaged around under the counter and pulled out an old wooden box. It was once painted red but now only a little of the paint was in evidence. The hinges were made of leather and one was nearly worn out. The Wizard carefully opened the lid and reached into the box, he lifted out two small bottles. One held a blue. When I came home from shooting hoops with some of the guys at a neighbourhood park, I found Mom in the family room with a glass of wine in her hand and an open bottle at her elbow.This was extremely out of character for her. My mother was not a drinker. I don’t think she had ever been one but certainly wasn’t now seeing the effects of alcohol on our family. Yet the wine bottle was probably two thirds empty.Mom was somewhat giggly and playful as I sat beside her on the couch. She had some chick. .they had totally abandoned her. When she had got the stuff I told her to leave the store and wait by my truck. I went in and gave my reports to the night manager and he asked about the girl. I told him that she only had a cheap lipstick and I was letting her go with a warning and he agreed. I clocked out and went out to my truck. Kasey (not her real name obviously) was waiting for me with a VERY scared look on her face. I told her again that she was not going to be beat up or hurt in. He had jet-black hair that was being slowly invaded by white strands, starting around the temple. He was five-feet-eight, lean and fit with a thick mustache and a constant, stoic expression. She could never tell if he was pissed off, quietly contemplating something or in a jovial mood. He had the perfect poker face and a dry sense of humor making him impossible to read. She had been able to tune in to his timing over the years so she had an idea if something he said was a serious statement or.