“Bosco. Kelly here was rubbing up against me because she was trying to get laid. Her husband is cheating on her and she wanted revenge.”“Oh Kell.... I am sorry, but that is not the road to go. I know. Can we do anything to help? Are you sure?”“Yes. No. I don’t know. He is staying out late and says that he is working, but he isn’t making any more money so he is not getting overtime. He comes home and he is too tired in bed. I haven’t gotten laid in four weeks!”“Ok. Let’s do this. Where is he. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him with an iron fist. She’d wiped his nose, swatted his behind when he misbehaved, and soothed his fears when the nightmares had threatened to overwhelm him. She’d been his rock, his fuel, backing him up in his crazy dreams of stardom until they became a reality. Touring had been bittersweet, having to leave her. ”“Thanks,” Tom replied, “a beer sounds good. I don’t know which way the kitchen is so if you don’t mind, I’ll just follow you.”“Sure” said Renee as she turned down the hall with him in tow.Tom knew she was talking to him but he did not hear a word she said as he looked her over from top to bottom. Renee had an incredible body. She was about five and a half foot tall with a ponytail of blond hair that had just a hint of red. She was wearing only a white tank top and jean shorts. She had a. Although, I did get blamed for three other relationships breaking up after that party, and four subsequent marriages.”“The Grey Ghost?” Bambie inquired.“Local legend. If you and your lover see the Grey Ghost on All Hallows Eve’s and he comes between you, then your relationship is doomed. If he walks or dances around you, then you’re destined to be together.”“He is reputed to be the ghost of a jilted man. It is said that he curses people who cheat on their lovers. They say he died when he walked.