But this one was different.The man was Chang-Fo, an importer from Bejing. He told Blondie that shewas a vision, that he had talked to her boss about ... long-termrelationship. He would pay the money that she would make as a prostituteif he would live with her as his concubine. How do you say "Sugar Daddy"in Mandarin?"I live with my best friend," Blondie said."There is another room in my apartment," he said elegantly. "She can keepyou company when I am away on business." She likes men," Blondie. I even got a set of silicon boobs which appeared just like mine own because of the skin tone. Whenever I was alone at home I would get into those dresses and practice walking in new shoes.One weekend I was all alone at my place and I tried to put makeup on my face and neck. I used my wife’s make up stuff but did a terrible job. I tried multiple times but was not able to get near to a decent job. I gave up on makeup that day and started watching lot of you tube videos on how to do makeup on. Leaning over to lift me up, so she could tend to a skinned knee. Her face a study in concentration, as she wiped away the blood and my tears.My mother ... again.I was older, but still of indeterminate age. Her face flashed into my mind. She was dressed for an outing, waiting at the front door for my father to pick her up and take her out. There was a tendril of memory, floating at the back of my mind, of a babysitter and my unhappiness at having this particular sitter stay with me.The still. "'Continued Angelic Events In Our Fair City, ' by Albert Rodriguez," I began. "Our little angel—the one that I reported has been the talk of the town for the last several days—has been busy since yesterday's report. It seems he decided to do a little miracle while he was at it. He apparently astounded local medics, assembled police and hospital staff when he resurrected someone who was considered dead on the scene of a heart attack. I admit it was an impressive event. The man had been.