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didn’t know existed. Those lusciously thick lips kissing hers, sucking her bottom lip, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Heat rushed to her cheeks and moisture pooled between her legs as she recalled her dream.
    Standing, Crystal walked to the back window overlooking the acres of crops growing in her backyard. The man starring in her erotic dreams wanted to take this away. The man of her dreams was cruel and callous, putting the almighty dollar above the needs of people. She picked up the newspaper and reread Douglas’s comments. How could he make judgments on people he didn’t even know? The Starlight girls weren’t delinquents; they’d just had a bad turn in life. Some of the girls came to Starlight after years of abuse or for committing a petty crime, but after a few months, the difference in the girls was clear to anyone who bothered to look.
    Crystal found herself proud of each girl who emerged from Starlight House and became a productive member of society. The girls who completed the program successfully went on to college, many heading for her alma mater, NCA&T. Two former Starlight girls had written a book about the program. Maybe I should give Douglas a copy so that he would know who these kids are that he maligned, she mused.
    She looked back out over the land and took another sip of her coffee. What if Douglas Wellington saw what this land meant to people? What if he walked the fertile soil and understood the history of Hughes Farm and why selling it would be a loss for the entire community and not just her family?
    Turning toward the garden, she watched several girls from the Starlight House picking ears of corn and peppers. Those vegetables would be washed and donated to the homeless shelter in downtown Reeseville. People needed to know how much of a difference the farm made in the lives of these girls. Crossing the room, Crystal grabbed her phone and called a friend at the local TV station.
    â€œMoses Johnson,” he said when he answered.
    â€œGood morning, Moses. It’s Crystal.”
    â€œI was just about to call you. I just read the paper.”
    â€œThen why don’t you get a camera crew down here. Some of the girls are in the garden and I have a lot to say about Wellington’s comments this morning. How dare he talk about those girls that way! That slimy son of a . . .”
    â€œWhoa, Crystal, calm down. Better yet, save it for the cameras. We’ll roll a crew that way and have you on the noon news,” he said.
    Smiling, she told him thanks and hung up the phone. Round two was about to begin. Douglas Wellington III didn’t have any idea who he was messing with.
    About an hour later, a news crew from Channel 12 pulled into Hughes Farm. Crystal and some of the girls stood in front of the camera as the reporter set up her shot. Seconds later, Crystal was taking the reporter and the cameraman on a tour of the farm, showing them the crops, the group home, the greenhouses where she grew rare roses and orchids, and finally the steps of her home.
    â€œThis house,” she said, “is over four hundred years old. But if Welco has its way, it will be reduced to rubble. History will be erased, and why? So the company can increase its profits?”
    The reporter nodded to the cameraman to cut. “Thank you, Ms. Hughes,” she said. “This is very compelling.”
    Crystal smiled and shook hands with the petite blond. “Thank you for coming out here.”
    The woman returned Crystal’s smile before hopping into the news truck. Crystal wondered if they were heading to Welco Industries. A lightbulb went off in her head and she turned to MJ and Renda. “Grab some markers and meet me on my front steps in thirty minutes.”
    The girls looked befuddled, but they followed Crystal’s directive while she ran in her house, grabbed her keys, and then hopped into her car heading for the local office supply store. If there were going