I sat in the back of the gym watching the guys run through some of their matches. Savannah was no longer with my dads company and the other women just didn't have the spark she had. Savannah went to work for a larger company with more exposure. At first I didn't understand why she did that, but later I learned that you have to move on to more competition. It was the only way to advance your career and to make the sport an easier place for women to be excepted. Even though she and my dad parted ways with rather harsh word I didn't care. There was nothing dad could say that would make me think ill of her. Someday would be my turn, or I hoped it would I thought. I sat there very still trying to make sure that I wouldn't be seen. That was until I was spotted sitting there by Keith. Keith Drews was the youngest light weight champion or what some call the (cruiser weight champion ) for Old School Wrestling, and a real sweet guy even if he was barely nineteen. For a guy who's gimmick was being conceited, he really was the most humble person you could ever know. Keith walked over to me then took the seat beside me.

"How long have you been here little Miss?"

I wasn't sure exactly what to say so I decided to shrug my shoulders instead. Keith smiled then chuckled

"well that isn't really an answer there babydoll."

He paused then leaned close to me.

"Brandi, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way would be for you to tell ole Keith the truth, and the hard way ofcourse is for you to lie. So which path will you take? Keep in mind that karma is a bitch and no matter what you think a lie will catch up with you."

I sat there silent hoping that he might give up and go away, but I really wasn't that lucky. I tilted my head a bit and tried to bat my eyes at him. Even at a very early age I tried to use my looks to get outta jams I got into. Keith waited for a minute then spoke again "Brandi come on let's have it." I took a deep breath

"Well, I.....I..." I didn't get further than that. Keith shook his head "

So I see that you're choosing the lying path. I can't say that's the path I'd recomend." He leaned back in the chair and placed his hands in back of his head. My face began to feel flush I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks. How did he know I was going to lie? There was no possible way for him to know.

I began again with a girlish giggle

"Oh Keith, I just meant that. I'm here waiting for my dad to pick me up." "Ah I see, and exactly what are you doing down this way?"

I searched for the right words as my eyes shifted. "I was...um just getting some stuff for the pageant I'm in." Keith just nodded his head at me. "oh so you're dad will be here shortly?" "yes" I said smiling. "In that case then I'll wait for him with you. You know this isn't the greatest part of town. Besides I have a few things to settle with your dad anyway." I could feel the knots in my stomach starting to tighten. "You know it's really ok Keith, you don't need to wait with me. Infact I'll be sure to tell my dad that you were wanting to speak with him." Keith got up from his chair then sat directly infront of me. "Brandi exactly when are you going to tell me the truth?" "The truth" I gulped. "Yes the truth." "Well Keith the truth is a very tricky thing. There are many truths aren't there?" He looked at me, and pulled my chair close to him. "Babydoll no matter what you think there is no such thing as a lie that doesn't get found out. Sooner or later all lies comes out it can take days,months or years, but they always get found out." I looked down at the floor confirming what he already knew. "Now want to tell me why you're here?" He placed his big hand under my chin lifting my head. I looked at him scared knowing it was only a matter of time before I was going to get yelled at by my dad. I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer. "I really hate those pageants my mothere makes me do. That's the person who they want me to be. That's not what I want or what I want to do at all. Yet they force me to do them even though it makes me unhappy. I want to be here watching everything that goes on. I want to know how you guys take those hits, and how to jump from the top. I don't want to have a ton of crowns. I just want to get into a ring, and get a reaction." Keith sat back for a moment not saying a word.

He wiped the few tears that had fallen down my face then he laughed. "I can't say that your dad will be happy when he finds out his little girl has been bitten by the bug." I turned my head to the right looking towards the door over my shoulder. "Right, I'm sorry I even said anything not like you would understand." I said with a bit of fustration in my voice. "Not understand? Babydoll are you kidding me? Brandi, you really think I don't understand?" Keith got up and kneeled down on the side of me. "I do understand come on now this is my living. I live for this business and everything that comes with it." I sniffled a bit and with my shaky voice spoke "Why then do you think my dad won't understand? Is it because you think I'm too fragile?" Keith extend his hand to me "I just meant that I know what your dad wants for you. He knows how smart you are, and well this business can drain even the toughest of people." I didn't want to hear the same stuff I always heard from my dad, I did not want to hear it from Keith. How could he even try to feed me this crap. "Fine I'm sorry that I told you what I was feeling" I said still fustrated by the whole conversation.

"Brandi, you don't have to be sorry. It's just that your dad always picture Cameron to run the business with him. He always just figured that you would do something else with your life."

I knew he was only telling me the truth, but I didn't think it was fair to just assume that I never wanted any part of the business my dad had spent the better part of my life trying to make a sucess. "Why is it so wrong for me to want this? women have been in wrestling for awhile now."

"Yes that's true, but this is a mans business. It's a business that can be very cruel to women. I'm not proud of that but it's true." It was easy to see he was doing his best to try to talk me out of wanting a career in wrestling. But I wasn't giving up that easy "I can be tough you know."

Keith smiled and chuckled yet again. "Babydoll you're only what 12? How do you know what tough is?" I glared at him "I may not be as tough as you think, but I'm tough in my own ways." Keith paused then nodded "I guess you are. Your dad is a tough bastard, and the apple can't fall all that far from the tree." I stood up and flung my book bag over my shoulder. "No the apple didn't fall too far." I really didn't want to hear any more so I began to walk away, but Keith took hold of my arm. "Excuse me, Miss attitude exactly how do you plan on getting home?" "Don't you worry about me, I'll find my own way home." Keith put his arm around me, and walked me back to the chair I was sitting in. "Like hell you will Miss Brandi. If your dad knew that you were here, and we let you go home by yourself well he'd kill us. You wait right here I'll get my keys and take you home." I tried not to look Keith in his eyes, and tried to play it off like he wasn't doing me a favor at all.

Then I realized if I let him take me home maybe I could convince him to stay longer at the ring. It had to work I would have to try to really sell the idea. "You know Keith that's really nice of you. I don't want to cut you short on your time though." I stopped and quickly looked at him to try to read his body langague. "Nah, Brandi it's really ok I wasn't going to be here much longer." I smiled trying to contain my excitement. "I'm just saying that if your going to take me home then you should just stay. I really don't mind at all you know. Infact I can check to make sure things look good for the match." I waited a moment for his answer "Well since I'm going to take you home I gues it won't hurt if you stay here atleast here I can be sure you're safe." I dropped my bag near the chair, and took his hand."YAY, I knew it...come on Keith." I pulled him as hard as I could even though he didn't budge. He stood there only moving one foot then looked at me. "You know I'm going to hate to see you when you get older." "Why is that?" I said not really wanting to know the answer to that question. "Because you just got exactly what you wanted. You knew exactly what to say didn't you?" I tried to be cute smiling showing my beautiful teeth, but he knew what I did. "It worked right?" He walked past me then nudge his head towards the ring."Yes babydoll it did work." I ran to the step of the ring as fast as I could. I turned around and saw Keith walking to the ring. He was tall,well to me he was since I was only 4"11 at the time, and he was 6"1 with dirty blonde short hair and built the same way a football player would be. That's not what made him special though. Alot of wrestlers are built like football players most of them had infact played football which makes sense. Considering wrestlers take hits just like football players do, but there are two big differnce between a football player and a wrestler. First differnce is a football player wears shoulder pads and such to protect them from the hits they take. A wrestler takes hits the same way only they do it with no pads at all. Which to me is a very sexy thing. There's something to be said about a man who's able to take alot of pain. The second differnce is a wrestler always has that look in his eye. It's a bit hard to explain, but the only way I can is they are living for that next feelings. Wheather it's the pop from the crowd or the rush they get when they're working in the ring perform high risk moves. It's what seperates them from football players really. A football player puts on a helmet, and can sometimes just get by on the field. If a wrestler looses that look in his eye the fans know it, and they eat you alive. Keith as young as he was began when he was just my age with his brother. They would wrestle in their backyard as so many kids do, and make promo tapes our the event.

From that he learned how to be a great show man, I admired that about him. When Keith went out there he really gave his all each and everytime. He wanted the fans to walk out of the arena getting their money's worth. Once he got to the ring he jumped over the top rope. Then leaned over and extended his hand to me. "Are you going to make me wait or what?" I looked around to see whom he was talking to. "Um Brandi, I'm waiting." My eyes grew larger I couldn't believe it."Really?" "Sure, It's not like I'm going to hurt you. I'll just show you how to run back and forth." I reached for his hand, and he pulled me up into the ring. We went through just some of the basic of ring work. Looking back on that it was really nice of him to actually do that when I know he didn't have to. Later on Keith brought me home I asked him not to come in. He reluctantly agreed that he wouldn't. Even though I was told that if my dad asked him anything about it he would tell me dad the truth. That I skipped my rehersal to go to the gym, and that he brought me home safely. Luckily I knew it wouldn't come to that. Keith was a big believer in being truthful with people. The reason he always told me was karma. Good things happen to good people is what he'd always tell me. The whole what goes around comes around deal. So be careful what you do to people. I was never sure exactly if that was true, but everyone believes in something and that's what Keith believed.

I walked into my house, and yelled "Mom" I waited for a minute then yelled "Dad, I'm home." Nothing but silence. I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink, and saw a note taped to the refridge "Brandi, there is twenty dollars on the counter for you to order pizza keep the change we'll be home late Love, Mom and dad." What luck I had no explaining to do at all it couldn't have been more perfect. The next few days I did the exact same thing went to the gym, and watched for a bit. Then begged Keith to try to teach me anything that he could. I wanted to know exactly how things worked it wasn't just a want it was a need. At first he was hestinate to do so, but once I reminded him that I knew his back ground and how he started early. Well there really wasn't a thing he could say to talk me out of it. So every night Keith would bring me home with the same speech. If I got caught he wouldn't lie for me. It never worried me at all, and really I never thought about getting caught. Eventualy I did get caught, since I forgot to cover all my bases. Sure I knew Keith wouldn't sell me out unless he was asked about it. I just forgot about the pageant people, and what to do with them. I probably should have told them that I dropped out of the pageant. If I did that I'm sure they wouldn't have called my dad asking him when I planned to come back. There was only two weeks left unitl the pageant. The people that ran it wanted to know if I was sick, and needed to be replaced. So as I was dropped off still with the adrenaline pumping through me, my dad met me at the door. I was about to turn the knob when it flew open. "Brandi James Griffen young lady you have some explaining to do!" Now as everyone knows when your first and middle name wind up in the same sentence no good ever comes of that. I walked in slowly, then went to the closet to hang up my coat. "Why daddy?" I figured that playing dumb was my only hope. I knew better then to make myself more guilty then I was. "Mrs. Jacobs called today." "oh really?" My dad wasn't a man who played games his voice began to rise a bit. "Yes, I think you know why she was calling." I shrugged still playing along "to see how many tickets you wanted for the pageant?" My dad slammed the door behind him, and pointed at me."Don't play with me, Brandi! You know why she was calling. Because you haven't shown up in over a week to rehersal. So where were you?" I tried to speak "Well....." then my dad interrupted. "No I don't care where the hell you were. Get up to your room your grounded. That means you will be dropped off at school by me or your mother, and then picked up by one of us. Only school for you for the next month. No stero that's going to be taken out of your room as well as your tv, and no shows for you. If I have to hire a babysitter you will be home."

I knew my dad was very upset with me. The vain that popped out on his neck was a dead give away. I looked at my dad in tears as I slowly made my way up stairs. I turned around and with all the courage I could muster up said "I blame you, you and mom for this. If the two of you bothered to talk to me then you'd know that I fucking hate this little beauty queen shit you have me in. Daddy that's not something I like. I don't want to do it at all. Maybe if you..." My dad didn't really care what I was saying. He was angry enough that I even had the nerve to say anything at all. He came up to the top of the stairs and grabbed my shoulder then pushed me towards my room. He opened my door and shoved me in. I fell flat on my ass nearly got the wind knocked out of me. Dad didn't say a thing to me, instead he just glared at me then slammed my door. I had so many thing going through my head. I wanted to pack up everything I could fit in a suitcase and leave that damn house. You think that he would have yelled back at me. Like usual though he felt he was right. I guess that's where I get my stubborness from, because till this day I've yet to meet anyone as stubborn as my dad. As I stood infront of the mirror in my room I grabbed a bottle of perfume,and with every bit of anger fustration in me I screamed then flung it at the mirror as hard as I could. The bottle shattered along with cracking the mirror. I wasn't worried about the seven years bad luck. I was more worried that my dad heard what I just had done. The silence for a moment was kiling, then I heard my door knob turn. I froze and looked at my door exspecting to see my dad burst through. Instead it was my brother Cameron the lesser of the two evils. He slowly came in and I rushed to wipe the tears from my face. Cam stood there with that smug look on his face. It's like he took pleasure in me being in hot water. It's not like I could blame him, I would have acted the same way. Cameron went and sat at the edge of my bed "Brandi, now before you start yelling at me, I'd like to make a deal." I took a kleenex from my dresser and blew my nose as I tossed the kleenex into the trash I looked strangley at Cameron "Since when do you want to help me?" Cameron began to laugh "Since I'm starting to see a whole new side of you." He paused for a moment. "I can help you with dad." I still wasn't sure about this "You can? How? And more importantly why?" Cam leaned forward dramaticaly putting his hands on his knees "Because I have never seen you so upset in my life. And I know where you were over the last few days." My eyes shifted a bit, but I wasn't going to allow him to trick me for information "Oh so you know I was with Josie?" Cameron shook his head "Josie? How stupid do you take me for?" He pointed at me "Now before you answer that lemme just say I'm sure you don't want Keith in any trouble." I really hated Cameron, he had the sneakiest ways of finding stuff out.

"Sorry but I don't know what you're talking about." I looked at my floor at the puddle of perfume that formed from running down my dresser. Cameron snapped his finger to regain my attention "Brandi, I know that you've been going to the gym dowtown, and I know that Keith has been bring you home." I stood my ground "You have no proof of that." but he knew that he had me. "Oh, No proof do I? Like there are alot of other guys you know who have licenses that also drive yellow 'vettes." I had no choice but to hear him out. After all I didn't want Keith in trouble at all. I went and sat by my brother on my bed "So how do you plan on helping me, and exactly what's in this for you?" My brother thinking he was The Godfather put his arm around me "Sometime you'll have to do a favor for me, and when I need that favor there will be no questions asked, alright?" Before I could even think I found myself nodding yes. Cameron jumped off the bed, and quickly went to leave. Just as he walked out he looked at me "Don't worry sis, I'll spring you." I really couldn't help but smile almost even laugh. No matter how much we liked to irratate each other Cameron still was looking out for me. A few minutes later he returned to my room "Alright, it's a done deal. You're free to listen to music as loud as you wish, hell watch tv while you're doing it. Dad has agreed that you won't be punished." Even though I was over come with joy of not being grounded I had to know "Not that I'm not gratefull Cam, but how did you do that? Like what exactly did you say to dad?" Cameron leaned against my door as cocky as all hell "You see, I told that you went temporialy insane." I smacked him while he laughed "No really Cam what did you say?" He rolled his eyes "Easy, I told him that you were tipped off to one of the guys were using illegal things. You figured that if you hung around you could find out information that he couldn't because the guys don't pay attention really, and don't think of you as a figure of authority." It was an interesting approach I had to admit "So that's good right?" Cam paused for a moment "Well you're not introuble anymore, but just so you know if dad asks you about Brandon just say yes." I wasn't exactly sure if I felt right without know so I asked Cam "Why, what about Brandon?" Cam patted me on my head "oh, don't worry I told dad that you knew for a fact Brandon was juicing." My blood ran cold, and I began to gritt my teeth "But Brandon isn't doing that." I couldn't say that about Brandon. Brandon worked for my dad for over five years now, and the build he had was from honest hard work. Plus he was about to become the new Intercontinetal Champion "Cameron it's not right, I can't say that if dad asks me." With a deep disappointing breath Cameron said "I guess you'll remain here then, and miss Keith getting his Intercontinetal shot then." My eyes lite up "Keith? You mean to tell me that if Brandon goes then dad with give Keith the shot?" My brother confirmed with a nod "but if you want to stay introuble and you don't want to help Keith." Cameron opened the door and was about to leave "Where are you going?" I shouted. "To tell dad that I was mistaken." I hung my head in shame knowing what I was about to do was wrong, but I felt it was for a greater good "You win, I'll do it. If dad asks about Brandon, I'll tell him that I found out he was taking the juice." Cameron smiled as he went to shut the door I stopped him "Just wondering one thing, exactly what are you gaining from Brandon being fired?" "Let's just say little sister when I see something or someone I want there isn't a thing that can be done to stop me."

It had to be a women now didn't it just figure. Turns out that Brandon's girlfriend who also had been hired to be his vallet was trying to advance her boyfriends career flirting with Cameron. When Cameron found out that she wasn't really interested in him, he vowed to get back at her. He figured the best way was to get Brandon fired, and have it rumored for him to be on steroids. It was sleezy under handed, and my brother managed to drag me into this. I wanted to look at the bright side of situation like me not being grounded, and most of all Keith getting a bigger title shot. The silver lining thing just didn't seem to do it for me though. I tossed and turned all night in my bed. Keith's words of " karma is a bitch and no matter what you think a lie will catch up with you." Maybe it wasn't true this time after all two people were going to benefit from this. I had to hand it to Cameron though, for only fifteen his mind worked like no other. He knew exactly how to get revenge that's for sure, and he was definately going his payback. No one would want to touch Brandon was word got around that he was taking steriods. It was a very unfair trying to destroy someone who did work hard, but I had to believe that this was all going to work out.

Early that morning as my dad was on his way to work he came to my room. I was getting ready for school wondering if dad would say anything to me. Maybe I was worrying myself for nothing here. After all dad could have just taken Cameron's word that Brandon was "dirty". That didn't turn out to be the case unfortunately. Dad softly knocked at my door "Brandi, baby are you ready?" I took a deep breath. I turned around at my dad who was in my door looking at me. " Yes daddy, I'm ready when ever you or mom want to take me." "I'll be taking you to school today, you and I need to talk." My inside I felt like I was about to be sick. I hurried up and took my book bag quickly then came down the stairs. Daddy was waiting by the door with his car keys. He smiled at me, and put his hand on my shoulder "Come kid let's do it." We walked to the car dad opened up my door for me, I got in scared as hell at what the next few minutes would bring. Dad got in and started the car as he was pulling out of the driveway he wasted no time at all. "So Brandi, your brother told me that you have somethig to tell." I waited wondering if the I don't know what you're talking about routine would work. It usually never did, but I felt that maybe it was worth a shot just to delay a bit of time "Well, I haven't seen you in a while daddy, I have alot to tell you." My dad looked at me knowing that I was just buying time. He wasn't a stupid man, you didnt' get to where he was being a dumb man "Look little girl, I still haven't fully decided on your freedom. If you have something to tell me, you better say it. So now like I asked you before Brandi. Do you have anything that you want to tell me, or more specificly about Brandon?" I squirmed in my seat for a second then put my head down "Yes". Dad made a hurry up motion with his hand "Out with it then." I tightly closed my eyes "Brandon has been taking steriods." We stopped at a red light, and dad put his hand under my chin lifting my head forcing me to look at him "Are you sure? Where did you get this information from?" My body began to shake a bit or atleast that's how I felt "I saw him in the locker room putting stuff into his duffle bag. I saw him and a guy I had never seen before in the locker room. He paid the man money, and then the guy gave him a vile with a stringe, then he put the stuff into his bag and the guy left out the side door. I came around the corner, and he acted all nervous when I said hi to him not knowing if I saw him. The light turned green my dad put his foot on the gas speeding up slamming his hand on the steering wheel "Damn it, that fucking son of a bitch." for the rest of the car ride it was silent. We pulled up to my school and I was about to get out when my dad grabbed my hand "You're sure? That's what you saw right Brandi?" I said nothing more, I really couldn't so I just nodded my head yes. My dad leaned over then kissed my cheek "Alright, have a good day at school I'll see you later, and don't worry your punishment will be lifted." I slightly smiled then got out of the car before he could say another thing. That was that I watched my dad pulling away knowing that Brandon was in deep, and it was all my fault not to mention a huge lie.

When I got out of school my mom was waiting for me with my brother Cameron. We went down to my dad's office, as we pulled up Brandon's girlfriend Tammy was standing outside smoking. She said hello to my mom, Cameron snickered as he walked by. As for me, I couldn't bare to look at her face. I just looked down as I passed. My dad's office inside was pretty much all glass. His theroy was that you can see everything around you that way, sure there were a few partions, but nothing really but a bunch of glass like cubes. Inside I could see Brandon and my dad talking it looked like it was a pretty heated conversation. Brandon lunged over the desk his face beat red, it really didn't seem to bother dad. He sat there calm and collective only pointing at the door. Mom looked at my brother and me as she pulled a few dollars out of her black leather pocketbook "Kids, here's a few dollars why don't you get a snack from the vending machine." Cameron laughed "Are you kidding? This is better then a fucking movie." I took the oppertunity to get far away from what I had created. I took the money and went down the hall to the machines, trying not to hear the yelling that was now under way. As I walked by again with my drink and bag of chips I saw dad pick up his phone. Within a matter of seconds secruity was there escorting Brandon out of my dad's office, but not before dad had taken his and Tammy's contracts out of his desk draw. Daddy stood there with the most arrogant smile then ripped both of their contracts up. Brandon tried to fight the four guards that came to toss him out of there. Arenline is such an amazing thing, Brandon did the best he could it really didn't help that daddy was standing there cocky motion for him to come get him. He knew that it would never happen still he stood there and provoked.

The guards dragged Brandon out right passed us. Cameron followed them out as mom and I walked into to see my dad. When my dad saw me, he lifted me high into his arms then kissed my forehead "Thank you, baby girl you did the right thing." Yeah right I did the fucking right thing. I knew I got myself out of a huge mess that I had made. Just Cameron walked in smiling like the chesire cat in Alice in Wonderland "Ah, so sad, so sad." He said giggling with glee. Dad put me down and I took a seat at his desk. Cameron came up behind me and whispered in my ear "Now, I'll keep my end of it." I swatted at him but missed "Shut up." Cameron didn't waste anytime as he piped up "Hey dad the match for friday, Brandon's IC title shot." Cameron paused then put his hands on my shoulders "Don't you think it's about time that Keith get a shot at that? I mean he's been working really hard, and really is the only one in the back that would be able to work a great match with such short notice." Dad stood right next to Cameron putting his arm around him "You're absolutely right Cameron, I'm so please you've taken such an interest. I think Keith is the only choice." I stood up from my chair, I tossed my drink and snack into the garabe pail. I reached for the handle to the door when I heard my dad "Brandi, where are you going? You're awful quiet for having done such a wonderful thing." I turned and looked at him "I think I'm going to be sick." without saying another thing I went out the door. As I walked out I could hear my dad telling my mother that Cameron is a chip off the ole' block. Exactly a chip off the ole' block alright cameron got what he wanted, revenge.

Later that week at the show everyone was a buzz about Brandon and Tammy being let go. Keith did end up with his title shot, although he didn't win it was a great push for him. I know that he really appreciated show casing what he can do. Cameron strutted around backstage knowing that he pulled one over on everyone. Ofcourse he couldn't have done this without my help. The whole night the smile couldn't be removed from my brother's face. He definately had all the ruthless qualities that my dad had. I knew because that night I saw my dad in a very compromissing position with one of the new vallets Diane. I walked in on them doing things I just never wanted to see either of my parents do. You never want to see or hear about your parents having sex, you'd like to think the only time it was done was when you were conceived. A bit of a neive thought I know, but still we all think that about our parents. Thankfully they were much too busy to notice me at the time I crepted out quietly. Not before I saw Diane's panties on the floor near the door, I picked them up, and shoved them into my pocketbook. Hell Cameron wasn't the only one learning from dad, I figured they would come in handy one day soon.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch the show was fablous, everyone worked hard and the fans got more then their money's worth. Dad was in a great mood even gave Cameron and I extra on our allowences. Maybe him having that little fling wasn't so bad if it beefed up my own personal spending money. Mom had her eye on a new boy toy for herself, makes you sick doesn't it? They were suppose to be in a holly union exchanging vows infront of loved ones and God. Yet any chance they had to be unfaithful they took. Unfortunately that's how their marriaged worked though, the sick part is they both were aware of each others activites they just didn't care. Everyone was smiling,laughing and in great moods, it was a fantastic night for the Griffen family. We got home and I headed straight for bed. As I was doing my nightly routine of washing my face which you can never start too young it occured to me. Nothing bad happened that night, nothing at all. I sold out an innocent for my own self gain not to mention Keith's and nothing happened. I immediately started feeling better about what I had done to Brandon. The guilty was almost completely subsided and was nothing more then a mere passing thought. I climbed into my cozy bed and drifted off to dreamland happy without a second thought of my lie.