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can’t say that he’s technically a prostitute ‘cause he doesn’t just fuck for money. He likes to make fantasies come true for money.”
    â€œHe charges for role-playing?”
    â€œThat’s five dollars for the drink.” Roger almost came off as a deep-voiced woman.
    â€œHere’s a ten. Keep it. What do you mean?”
    â€œExcuse me, boy toy. I’ll be right back.”
    We only heard crowd noise; then the camera spun to the open room. We were able to see a horde of men milling about.
    â€œSo, Toliver’s a whore,” Ron whispered.
    â€œDo gay guys like to drink Amaretto Sours?” I asked.
    Ron and Wayne shrugged.
    After a second, the camera had spun back around to the bar and nothingness.
    Roger had returned. “All I’m saying is, Kenny has his own Make-A-Wish Foundation, and for the right price, he’ll make it happen for you. You should talk to him. Wait a minute. How about a testimonial? Blain. Hey, Blain.”
    Seconds passed.
    â€œWhat’s your name?” Roger asked.
    â€œSam.”
    â€œBlain, this is Sam. Tell him what Kenny did for you. He’s interested.”
    The camera turned a bit, showcasing what an Army private might look like if our armed forces were openly open. He had on an Army tank top and camouflage pants.
    Blain seemed to be touching Bienvenue’s arm as he spoke. “I wanted to fuck a general in a tank, and Kenny set it up for me.” His accent was Southern, and his voice was coarse as if he had a cold. “Just months before Katrina hit, he arranged for a tank to be left unlocked at Jackson Barracks one Sunday when there weren’t any troops there for drill, and he dressed up in an Army uniform and let me do him in the tank. He even brought along a tape recording of bombs and machine guns going off. It cost me a grand, but it was worth it.”
    â€œHe does this all the time?”
    â€œHe’ll do what he can and charge you what he thinks it’s worth.” Blain coughed.
    â€œHe’ll do this for anyone off the street?”
    â€œHalf the Quarter’s fag population knows what he does. If you’re unattractive, it’ll cost you more, but you don’t have to worry there, hon. He’s open for business. So, Sam, what are you into?”
    â€œIt’s personal. Maybe Kenny will tell you after I go back home.”
    â€œConfident. Good luck. If he doesn’t work out for you, come back and see me before you leave. I might be able to make that dream come true.”
    The camera spun around again and pointed toward the door. The sea of gay waters parted, and soon we had a view of Toliver again.
    â€œKenny, right?” Bienvenue said.
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œI’m Sam from Chicago. I’m a little embarrassed to say that I was asking the bartender about you.”
    â€œRoger? Don’t believe everything he says.”
    â€œHe said you specialize in certain things.”
    â€œOh, he did? Well, I don’t do that for just anyone anymore. It’s been getting dangerous lately.”
    â€œI heard you do it for dead presidents. It just so happens that I got a lot of them.”
    â€œDoesn’t matter. I don’t know you, and there was a double murder recently you might’ve heard of.”
    â€œSure I did, but you don’t think I’m a killer, do you?” I imagined Bienvenue’s bottom lip curling under.
    â€œYou could be. The answer is no. I only do this by introduction from somebody I know.”
    â€œI’ll pay anything, and I leave town in two days.” Bienvenue wasn’t taking no for an answer.
    â€œYou are one good-looking guy.” Toliver sighed. “First, tell me something. I used to visit a friend in Chicago. What’s that place in Lincoln Park on Clark that’s famous for dishing out insults late at night?”
    I held my breath, knowing that Bienvenue had lived in Chicago until he was