"If you want to know about me and my life," said Pete, as he blew the final coat of clear nail polish on his right hand dry, "please do not ask me what I do for a living."

"If a man is interested in making your acquaintance, how should he proceed?" Minnie asked.

"Girl, Minnie, Boo-Boo, let me break it down to you. Suppose some hot-n-sexy man walks up to you, right…"

"I ain't feeling any men these days," Minnie said as she rolled her eyes.

"Alrighty-then, say it is Ms Janet Jackson," said Pete.

"She's all wit Jermaine now, so bump her too," Minnie said.

"Girl," said Pete, "if you don’t let me get this story out."

"I'm sorry Swishy Pete," Minnie sarcastically said, "get on with it, bitch."

"What they are doing'," said Pete as he cut his eyes at Minnie, "when they ask what you do for a living, professionally, is summing you up based on your job title. Baby, I prefer to let them make something up and save me the worry. And don't call me Swishy, if I wanted to be insulted I would call my father."

"Hello, it's a joke," Minnie said. "If they do not ask what you do for a living, how are they supposed to pass judgment, and determine whether they like you?"

"Minnie, you can be so simple sometimes," said Pete as he stood, "look at me honey, anyone worth knowing could tell without asking that I'm fabulously complex."

"Are you saying you're transparent?" Minnie asked.