Obviously he had no clue otherwise he wouldn’t be extolling her virtues in such an enthusiastic manner, and why should he guess? She had been very c...reful not to let anyone catch her. Not even her personal maid suspected, much less her father whom she only saw at mealtimes. Before bedtime Gwendolyn sneakily snuck some sleeping powder into Brandy’s evening cup of milk, wanting to be sure that her maid slept through her Lady’s exit. Brandy didn’t wake easily anyway, not until the sun’s rays. She looked at her little sister. The straight, brown hair flowing midway down her back. Hair that had never felt the presence of any chemical other than a daily shampoo. She looked at her innocent, young face. A face that had never even known lipstick, let alone make-up. Her heavy dark brows, joined in the center. The long dress and cardigan with white socks and flat heeled, black lace up shoes. No jewelry, except for her plastic digital watch. She wondered what John saw in her, and then she. “I insist you sell me that car,” he said. He pointed at the Escort.“Not for sale.”“Do you have any idea who I am?”“Well ... you’re neither Tidewater nor Cocaine ... I know all of those guys,” I said.“I could buy and sell you,” he said.“You have millions?”“I don’t need millions for the likes of you,” he said.“Get out of my garage,” I said.“You can’t order me out ... this belongs to the racetrack.” A very smug look came over his face. “I am a stockholder.”“Evidently, you’ve never read my lease,”. They'll cut off the tip of my tongue if I tell you anything." Think about what I will cut off if you don't tell me what I want to know. I could start with your ears or your nose. Or maybe, your fingers and toes. Did you know that you can't walk without a cane if I cut off your great toe?But look at it this way, I won't tell anybody you talked, so, if you don't tell, nobody will know. Now, answer the question!"The man started to cry at this point. The Ghost let him stew for a few minutes before.