”“Itʼs not Mr. Agita, Both of us are well-known to that dapper devil -- itʼs Mr. Money Iʼm talking about.”“So ... all of our study, all of ...he late night work in a certain paddock, all of the math ... we decide we donʼt need to go out of the way to give a public nod to Mr. Stud, in fact the sireʼs real name never appears on any paper which may fall into the hands of the everyday bettor -- the Joe Dunno -- god bless him and all his kin. So it is agreed by one and all that Mr. Dunno never knows. Please believe me; I have no intention of belittling you in any way. Hell, Man, if anything, I am very impressed with everything you have been able to do here. We watched you on the videos and, well, rooted for you almost from the beginning.”“You watched from the beginning?” Morales asked.“Well, not exactly. We started when the Sergeant in charge of keeping up with the prisoners on 2214 mentioned you to the General. First thing I knew, we were watching you, and we eventually went back and. Brett couldn’t get over the transformation of his wife. Her new hair color, her new makeup, and the sexy clothes that she was wearing all were having quite an effect on him.As for Debbie, she still felt butterflies in her stomach but at the same time oddly detached. The set lights blinded her and seemed to be moving. That couldn’t be so, thought Debbie as she was leaned back and used the stool for support. She brought her hand back to her head and tried to wipe away the weird sensations. That Sunday about noon, he showed up.? Esther heard a lot of heavy footsteps coming up to the front door; and then the bell rang. Esther opened the door and Mutumbami stood there with two other black men wearing black and yellow security type T-shirts and shorts.? Esther’s face went white! Mutumbami had brought the two men who had tortured her. ?This is Arthur,? Mutumbami said introducing the tall, lean, younger man.??And this here’s Chenjerai,? Mutumbami said, pointing to the older man. He was.