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The Cerberus, the three headed
dog-like creature that guards the Underworld?" I asked.
    "Yes, but the true me is this body. This is
me," she said, placing her beautifully manicured, pink with
rhinestones, hand on her chest.
    "And you're male…?"
    "I am all male, one hundred percent. But I
like to be pretty," she said, adjusting her breasts.
    "It must have been difficult being a dog for
so many years on the outside yet a delicate transgender on the
inside."
    A small tear rolled down her cheek. "The
worst. And Hades, the big brute, just wants his drooling hound with
no thought to how I feel. I have the most horrid reputation, no one
will even talk with me," she sobbed.
    I leaned over the desk and patted her hand.
"I'm sorry. I will do my very best to start spreading rumors about
how sweet and lovely it is to talk with you."
    I meant it too, maybe it was the sugar, but
all my fear and anxiety had disappeared. Who said a three headed
dog couldn't feel like a man wanting to have breasts and dress like
a woman, and who was I to assume that because she was capable of
tearing my head off that she wasn't sensitive and in need of
someone to talk to. Besides, she had a basket of honey buns on her
desk- she was obviously good people.
    "That is so sweet of you," she said, drying
her face with a gold lace hanky she had pulled from her bosom.
"Maybe you could visit me from time to time, too."
    "Sure. I don't have any girlfriends,
transvestites, transgender, canine or otherwise."
    She smiled, "You can call me Carrie".
    "Carrie? Now that we're friends and all, can
I ask you something?"
    "Sure, Hon."
    "Am I crazy and all of this is just a
hallucination?"
    "No sweetie. It's all real."
    "I was afraid you'd say that. I'm just not
this creative."
    "Would you like another honey bun?" Carrie
asked.
    "Always."
     
    Three honey buns later we were in the middle
of a discussion on waxing- really it was more of her trying to
convince me it was worth the pain, and me trying to explain that it
wasn't the pain that kept me from waxing, it was that I, unlike
Mary Contrary, did not care how my garden grew. Anyway, we were in
this discussion when we were interrupted by a huge crash into the
door behind Carrie's desk.
    "Hades is a bit irritated," Carrie said,
taking a sip of coffee.
    "Really? What makes you think that?" I
asked.
    Carrie smiled. "I love sarcasm. No one gets
sarcasm around here but Hades, and he doesn't like anyone but
himself to be sarcastic, it's no fun.”
    "What in Tartarus were you thinking!" was
roared from the now slightly opened door.
    "I should shut that," said Carrie.
    "Probably, but how will we overhear their
conversation if you do?"
    "Hades doesn't like to be overheard," she
said, scooting her chair closer to the door.
    "Who does? Only the most uncouth would listen
in on another person's conversation," I said, sliding my chair over
next to Carrie's and handing her her coffee.
    I had just sat down with my coffee when a man
I assumed to be Hades bellowed, "If you had just left her dead
she'd be down here now filing for Carrie or dating Carl for Zeus's
sake!" Another something hit the wall behind Carrie's desk,
knocking her picture of four dogs playing poker onto the floor.
    Carrie rolled her eyes. "Thank the Fates. I
have never liked that picture but it was a gift from Hades, his
idea of a joke, so I had to hang it up. She walked over to it and
stomped on the canvas a few times until it was in three pieces. She
shook her head, "Hades and his temper, he is so destructive. Now
I'll have to throw it away." She threw the pieces into the
trash.
    I smiled as she sat back down. "Who is
Carl?"
    Carrie grimaced. "Carl is short for Charon.
There is not a more disgusting daemon in existence- hairy, smelly
boils seeping with infection and, since he joined Diet Divas, rolls
of unwashed sagging skin. He’s so repulsive that I won’t allow him
entrance to Hades' realm. Hades has to go to Charon if he wants to
speak with him, and he doesn't even mind