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necessary to fight the fight. He did not have the wealth this new man possessed, but he did have a plan to fix the situation.
    He sighed as he made his way to his room and fell across the bed. Tomorrow morning, he would press his Gucci clothes and drop off his little girl at her mother’s house before heading to work.
    A big-time client was coming in from out-of-town, and George reveled at the thought of the commission he would make as a result of implementing this new plan. As a salesman for Turkman’s RV & Marine, George could sell ice to Eskimos if he needed to, and he’d lie at the drop of a hat to do it.
    Early the next morning, George arrived at the dealership. The RV he planned to sell was fully loaded, right down to the 40-inch, flat-screen TV with satellite. George opened the door, bounded up the steps and headed for the window on the far side of the cabin. He removed the price sticker, and after a couple hours of careful manipulation, he had made a few perfect adjustments. He now had a new price, one almost $30,000 dollars over list—$970,000—and he would be damned if he did not hold to every penny.
    His eyes turned cold as he stared at the numbers and thought, This is for my baby. You’ve got this one, Georgie boy. You’ve got this. She’s just another sucker.
    When Brenda Olsen drove onto the lot, George waved. She had just come into a pile of money, and George’s mouth watered as he finally got the chance to size her up. A southern beauty with a soft dialect, Brenda’s pinned-up, blonde hair revealed an elegant neckline with an expensive pendant accenting it. She smelled of Victoria’s Secret Pure Seduction lotion, and her body matched her delicious personality. She was class with a capital “C” and victim with a capital “V”.
    Brenda was an out-of-state referral who had driven down from Georgia. He knew from pre-qualifying her over the phone that it would be an easy sale. He also knew exactly how he was going to reel her in before she ever set foot on the lot.
    During the sale, Brenda asked to see other models, but George looked her dead in the eye and replied without hesitation, “How can I, in good conscience, let you make that kind of mistake? This is a once-in-a-lifetime purchase. To settle for something beneath your class wouldn’t be right.” He put an exclamation mark on his statement by smiling through a set of white teeth.
    George had spent years developing his silver tongue, the tongue of a liar and a cheat, using it to perfection. He was a self-proclaimed King of Deception. Even his own family bought into his tangled web—hook, line, and sinker. Even worse, he was the kind of liar who remembered almost everything he said, which made him dangerous.
    George took the initial paperwork to his boss and placed it on his desk. Once the manager signed off on the deal, the two shared a laugh over Brenda’s ignorance. Thirty minutes passed before George took her into the finance manager’s office to draw up the final contracts.
    As they waited, George buttered-up Brenda some more. “Why don’t you let me make things easy on you? I will personally deliver your vehicle to your home in a couple days, and then I’ll fly back. How does that sound?”
    “Oh, George, would ya? That’s so generous of you. Thank you ever so much. You’re an adorable, little peach,” Brenda said as she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.
    “Anything to keep the customer happy,” George replied with a seductive smile as he thought about a woman from an old, rundown bar he had met a few nights earlier. He would ask this woman along for the trip, and they would have a swinging time. The RV was perfect for such an occasion.
    Even as Brenda stopped hugging him, George continued making plans. He would drop the woman off at a local restaurant before arriving at Brenda’s home. He would go in alone and make a play for Brenda’s affections. She was a multi-millionaire, and he could easily imagine