It was this incident that he started calling on Grace Wheaters. She was a cousin, or a niece, or some kind of a relation to John. He was curious but n...ever asked.Over those twelve months he spent time with her frequently and even got to dance with her several times at social gatherings. His fortune grew nto the tens of millions. On nights he wasn't busy, he spent many of those evenings in the arms of Greta.She encouraged him to seek Grace's hand in marriage. She told him she would be there for. The white man pulls up a chair beside Kim and settles in then asks for four bottles of Heineken. Two for him, two for Kim. He knows how to create a rapport this one.“Hello sir. My name is Wallace” he sparks up a conversation while extending his hairy arm with an open palm to Kim.“Hello. Kim is mine. What brings you to this god forsaken town Wallace?”“Business… and pleasure,” he replies smiling coyly.They laugh heartily before carrying on with their (already) smoothly flowing. I'm doing it because I still love you and I want you to reflect upon reality for once in your life. I intend you to see the world through my eyes," she replied."How long do you plan to keep me here?" I asked."As long as it takes, which could be quite a while," she said simply.She reached into her medical bag and removed a hypodermic needle and a small vial of clear liquid. She loaded the hypodermic and began to rub alcohol soaked cotton on my arm."You don't need to give me any more knock-out. I asked her how she was and she told me the one year anniversary for her Divorce was next week and I said "oh-bummer". Kinda makes you irritated like when other blood people miss the vein and she said Yeh as she stuck me good the first time and I paused to softly purr at the sensation as the needle entered. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me and remark "you like giving blood?", I told her it just feels nice as she leans sideways taking several long breaths. I asked her if she was.