He doesn’t know about my past, and if he ever finds out he’ll divorce me at once. He’s a New York lawyer, and an Orthodox Jew to boot. We got ma...ried six months ago.” She looked at the deck. “He doesn’t know about Cheyenne, either, so please don’t say anything.” (Cheyenne was her daughter’s name.) “The only way his family would accept our marriage was to convince them I was still a virgin.” “You got married six months ago and his family thought you were still a virgin?” I asked. “What are they. Yes, I mused proudly as I chewed off the end of one of my expensive Havana cigars, I deserved every damned company divison I had ever got. After all, it had taken me years to reach my present position, and I had to scheme, connive, and be ruthless in ways that few people could really appreciate, to gain control of this international empire. Puffing reflectively on the lighted cigar, I flipped through the glossy magazine to the pages that outlined THE profits for the last fiscal quarter. Though. "If you must leave now, please consider coming back this evening. We can sit by the pond and talk."Sophie listened to the translation and then simply said, "Okay, maybe later."She didn't run away as I respectfully led her back to the front gate, where we reluctantly released hands. I headed back into my garden while keeping my eyes locked on my Asian princess.The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully as I planted many of my seedlings. Getting hungry and in need of a shower, I grudgingly. Even on those days when Alvin had let her sleep, she had made him bring her in here so she could check. The syringe and the small vial of the drug were still there, untouched as far as she could tell. One of her jobs was to clean and stock the bar in the office, so she had arranged the bottle so that she could tell at a glance if it was out of place. Just like she had arranged her dollies on her bed at home to catch Benny snooping for her diary. He never did figure out how he always got.