What is it you want?”“Noel Spurgeon.”“Well, he’s not here. Or at my house. Or in my trunk. And neither I nor NIKA had anything to do with hi... disappearance. In fact, I brought the scheme to YOU before I even knew for sure what it was. You’re having Eve Falvey and Samantha Spurgeon arrested, and trying to execute illegal search warrants against me, as well as warrants against Spurgeon Capital. What is it you want?”“We believe you have material information about the whereabouts of Noel. But not fat! It is her chest, her bust I mean, that one notices though. I’ve seen her underwear (on wash day, Missus Paxmore saw me looking at the line once and shooed me away), she doesn’t wear anything to lift or enhance, that bosom is all natural and a man could get lost in those hills. She doesn’t walk in a sexy way, she strides, but somehow her ample hips still gyrate and her buttocks (in jodpurs when she’s taking out the plough horses) rise and fall and just give a tantalising slight. He observed my face, as if he was looking for every detail.“Could you get any more beautiful?” he asked.“Um…” I started, but was interrupted by him.He smiled, “No, no. Not possible. You are at the peak of beauty.”I smiled as a way of saying thank you. I was really uncomfortable now; my grandpa was being extra nice to me. My first thought; it was an act. It was his way of expressing that he wasn’t the manipulating, dominant force in the family. Though I knew it was a complete sham. Ever since I. It was just starting to get dark, and me only trying to add a little something else to her excitement, something that would get her even more aroused. We stopped at a liquor store on the edge of the city, a place where no white woman would willingly go after dark, I had her go in and get a bottle of booze! Out in front were several young black men milling around, I told her to make sure her short coat was open and to show as much as possible to them as she went in, and I thought for a moment.