Mike Parker woke up very suddenly. "What's wrong?" asked his wife Susan.
"You always were very perceptive. I had a crazy dream. I was fat black woman and you were were a dumb fat redneck. We were both 43, and my secretary Della was a guy named Sullivan. I even worked dispatch at UPS! How about that, huh?" laughed Mike. "Yeah, there's no way that could ever happen!" Susan laughed. "Well, my charity won't pay itself. See you after work, honey," said Mike. "Bye, baby," said Suasan as she kissed him on the mouth.
The beautican stood outside of Mike charity, which was dedicated to help the poop and suffering. Her boss stood beside her. "You see?" said her boss, "That's why do this to make sure people like Mike can live up to their full potential and to catch people like Sullivan in the act and serve justice," "You mean Sullivan didn't fool you?" asked the beautican. "No," said her boss, "I just wanted to see the look on Sullivan's face when he found out it didn't work quite the way he wanted. Now come, there are more criminals like Sullivan, or should I say Della, that need to be punished and reformed." And Mike and Susan lived happily ever after. That's the end of their story, but not of Botique.