Feed up with a lack of money and disgusted by ahusband she had grown to see as an effeminate shadow of a man, my wifeleft me for good and filed for di...vorce. Initially, it was a relief tofinally only be worried about myself. I continued to bounce from onejob to the next, your typical greasy spoon cook.Living alone had another advantage; I began to indulge in my longdormant cross-dressing fantasy. I began spending more and more timeaway from work dressed. Eventually I went out to clubs and grew. " OK. I'll bring it. But I may not put it on."We went off. Des was in the office when I got there. "You got a call from a Mr. Scott," he said. "He didn't leave a number, but said he'd talk to you later." Weena's dad." Oh. Not business, I guess." No. By the way, I asked Shirl, but I never asked you. What's your study status?" This term I'm done with courses. But I don't want to do my doctorate here. I'd like to go to Brisbane, but I don't know where the money will come from." Brisbane?" Well, I. Her delivery is as cold as the corpse.Charley is next to her, but further away from the coffin. She’s not nearly as comfortable with the dead as our guest. She’s back in interview mode, angling the head of her microphone back and forward between her questions and Imogen’s answers. “Can you tell us why you’re here today... ?” She asks.“This was my father’s business ... I worked here with him, and took it over when he retired. I’ve been around the dead for as long as I can remember ... I used to. For the next three months that is. Then Jack zipped up his pants one Sunday afternoon and announced that would be his last visit to my bed. He was worried that we were going to get caught. In a small town like ours it’s hard to keep secrets for long, and if this secret got out, things would go very bad for both of us. Jack just wasn’t willing to risk that any longer. I understood perfectly his reasons; he could lose his wife and friends, practically his whole life. Still, I couldn’t help.