Well, hollow, I should be like someoneringing a dinner bell and saying, "Come and get it," to every spirit formiles, but so far, I have not been visit...ed.It was a mystery I resolved to find the answer to before I got somespirit as bad as Vendetta.Or maybe even worse.So that afternoon, once my classes were done, I went to Faith, andsuggested that her dreamspace companions could help me. She agreed, andwe were soon in the dreamworld.Once we were there, we consulted with the Book and were told that. I thought since I had been a goofy little girl all my life then at eighteen, I turned into this young, sexy, beautiful blonde-haired woman. At that time I thought the world should revolve around me and me only. Well I found out the hard way it did not, especially if you were the hometown heros girlfriend. I used to love it when all the men would check me out in town, now they avoided me. Girls hated me because I was with John. While I hated them for wanting him. I hated the lack of attention I. "But maybe, we could make her pay, punish her for being such a cunt to us." "What did you have in mind", Mark asked, leaning up and looking at his brother inquisitively. "Here's my idea", John said and, as he spoke, Mark smiled, hardly able to wait to put their plan into motion.***Now here it was, weeks later and they stood above their grandmother, her eyes filled with fear as John ripped the tape from her mouth. "Well Grandma, it's time we teach you a lesson", he said and smiled, a sadistic. She took this time to look him over better, his credit card had said his name was George Livingston, he had very angular feature that gave his a distinguished look, his eyes where an ice blue that seem to just pierce right through you, his hair was jet black but through out it was dotted with grey hair. Alice smiled, as he looked down at the paper he was reading she watch and smiled at him. ‘It is not polite to stare at others, girl.’ The sudden strength of his voice made Alice jump and stand.