That’s not a complete list, but gives a good idea of what’s available.Oh, there’s also a gazebo that does temporary tattoos that can last up to ...wo weeks! The guy there employs artistically inclined high-school girls to work for him. He pays them well but hires them as contractors so that he doesn’t have to deal with healthcare and such. A friend of mine works for him and loves it. He never comes on to them. Teaches them about the work, has them practice on him and each other, and lets them do. "May, he's a boy," Martha hissed."I meant Esmee poor girl," May said, "Not Frances." Oh, I thought," Martha said in a whisper, "With some lipstick." And rouge," May agreed."With that long straggly girly hair," Martha agreed, "Styled nicely." If he wore shorts maybe?" May suggested."Woah!" I protested."It would be much easier," Martha suggested."It's a lovely soft bed," May agreed."You want me to dress like a girl?" I asked."Um, yes, would you mind terribly?" Martha asked."Only shorts when. I was a just divorced thirty five year old man. I was not what you would call hideous, but would not exactly cover a Billboard in my underwear, maybe one for beer? As the years progressed we got to know each other a little bit better. One weekend, she invited me up to her cabin for the weekend. She knew how much I loved being outdoors, and I couldn’t resist the temptation of going. She mentioned her husband would be there but it did not bother me since I really did not expect her. I had found myself staring up at that moon on numerous nights wondering if there were any other humans staring up at it, apart from the three of us inside this box. I had also long ago stopped trying to work how we could even breathe here. The box that was our home had glass walls on two sides, while the other two walls were solid, so when I had first accepted that I was on another planet, I had thought that our cage must have been sealed in some way to allow us to breathe. However just days.