It decided it was a ghost. But whose ghost? It decided that didn't matter. It was content to be, simply, "Ghost."It took an interest in its immediate ...urroundings. It had no "eyes" but knew it was perceiving the reality around it as if it did. That was yet another thing it didn't fret about. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that it had a task to pursue. It realized it didn't know what that task was.If it had had shoulders, they might have shrugged.That, too, would take care of. What I did not know was that both of them were gay and used each other for “cover” (our job is at a lone company and the branch manager is as straight laced as they come. Hence, any suspicion about Gabe and Dot having relations and both of them would be fired on the spot. Unfair, but true; the manager did not allow any sexual permissiveness’, straight or gay. Here let me say I often wondered how Gabe was able to conceal his affection for Dot (boy, little did I know he really had desires on).. Can I help in anyway?”“From what I was told, it’s you everyone turns to when they have a problem such as the one I’m suffering from.”“Really?” I had to wonder what sort of problem she’s suffering from, and who has been telling her I could solve personal problems.“I play cards twice a week with Brenda Morris and she was telling me that she has a close friend who knows how to please a woman like no one else in this town.”“You know Ms. Brenda?”“I sure do. Very well, as a matter of fact. I would. However, she did promise him that she would find out for him. Hermione stowed the box into her bag and set off for the library before her next class. Ron followed her to help her look in books. Harry and Ginny meanwhile went through the rest of the bottles of memories when they heard the bell ring for the next classes. Ginny helped carry everything up to Harry's bed and went back down to their classes. Harry had different classes than Ginny so they went off into different directions. Harry took.