shower. Make sure he stays out."
Alex had to agree. It wasn't the first time their orgasms were interrupted by the spirit world.
Cindy crossed the room. Alex watched her leave and disappear into the bathroom down the hall. Only after she shut the door behind her did he realize Nate was watching her as well.
"Man," Nate said, turning around. "Good job! How did you land her? I've never really been attracted to black women. It's not a race thing. I just happen to like redheads. But wow. What did you say her name was again? Cindy? The body on her—"
"Nate!" Alex shouted. "You want to stop talking about my wife? What the hell are you doing here? Turn around again."
Nate did so as Alex quickly stepped into a pair of sweatpants. His erection was fading, making it easier to talk with another male in the room.
"I lost track of you back at that haunted house. It took me a while to find you. A lot of ghosts know of you, but no one knew where you lived. Finally, one pointed me to Baltimore, so I just zoned in there. It took a few more tries, but someone gave me this address. And here I am. Sorry, man, I didn't know you were…you know, busy."
Alex was speechless.
"So, can I turn around now? How did everything end up with that case?" Nate peered down the hall. They could both hear the shower running. Nate lowered his voice, even though he didn't have to. "Dude, you have wings? Like flap flap? And Cindy lets you stick her up with them out? I watched a lot of porn before I died. I never seen no shit like that."
Alex lowered his head, embarrassed that he was laughing. He forced aside the humor quickly. Part of him wanted to tell Nate to leave, and never come back. But that was a small part. Nate was a good kid, and obviously lonely.
"I have to get ready for work. Look, Nate, just don't pop in like that. Give a warning or something."
"You got it, man. Sorry, I don't mean to be a pain. Don't worry, I'll just stop in every now and then."
Alex had the feeling Nate wasn't being entirely truthful.
"And tell Cindy I'm sorry," Nate said. "Maybe take her out to dinner or something as an apology."
"It sounds like you know women," Alex joked.
"Are you kidding? I've been fifteen years old a few years now. I already know everything." Nate saluted him. "Later."
The ghost faded away, his destination unknown. Alex shook his head as he walked toward the bathroom.
It had already been a crazy morning.
A wall of steam greeted him as he opened the bathroom door. Cindy loved her hot showers. He left the door open so the mirror would clear up. Alex and Cindy had their routine, like any other couple. She always showered first while he shaved.
She was quiet. He enjoyed her lovely silhouette through the curtain as he grabbed his razor. Alex employed the use of his Cindy-senses, trying to read her mood through the silence. Rage? Amusement? Was she still turned on?
"What was his name?" she asked. "Nate?"
"Yeah. I met him last night. He's okay."
"And he followed you here. Should I be expecting more visits from him?"
"I'll talk to him. Lay down the law."
"I don't care if he visits. It's not like we haven't had a hundred ghosts through here already. Just not, you know…when your penis is inside me."
They laughed. Alex was glad to see their halt of passion hadn't soured her mood.
"You looked like a ninja," he said. "Diving across the room like that. I'm going to start calling you Cindy the Ninja Assassin."
"I did not . At least I wasn't pushing my parts all up on the sheets and making tents."
"I don't know. That chest of yours could probably make some nice tents."
" Anyway ," she continued. "Tonight, you owe me a long, nice scream."
"I think I can do that."
"You'd better. How was the case?"
"Fine. I just had to work around another
Alex had to agree. It wasn't the first time their orgasms were interrupted by the spirit world.
Cindy crossed the room. Alex watched her leave and disappear into the bathroom down the hall. Only after she shut the door behind her did he realize Nate was watching her as well.
"Man," Nate said, turning around. "Good job! How did you land her? I've never really been attracted to black women. It's not a race thing. I just happen to like redheads. But wow. What did you say her name was again? Cindy? The body on her—"
"Nate!" Alex shouted. "You want to stop talking about my wife? What the hell are you doing here? Turn around again."
Nate did so as Alex quickly stepped into a pair of sweatpants. His erection was fading, making it easier to talk with another male in the room.
"I lost track of you back at that haunted house. It took me a while to find you. A lot of ghosts know of you, but no one knew where you lived. Finally, one pointed me to Baltimore, so I just zoned in there. It took a few more tries, but someone gave me this address. And here I am. Sorry, man, I didn't know you were…you know, busy."
Alex was speechless.
"So, can I turn around now? How did everything end up with that case?" Nate peered down the hall. They could both hear the shower running. Nate lowered his voice, even though he didn't have to. "Dude, you have wings? Like flap flap? And Cindy lets you stick her up with them out? I watched a lot of porn before I died. I never seen no shit like that."
Alex lowered his head, embarrassed that he was laughing. He forced aside the humor quickly. Part of him wanted to tell Nate to leave, and never come back. But that was a small part. Nate was a good kid, and obviously lonely.
"I have to get ready for work. Look, Nate, just don't pop in like that. Give a warning or something."
"You got it, man. Sorry, I don't mean to be a pain. Don't worry, I'll just stop in every now and then."
Alex had the feeling Nate wasn't being entirely truthful.
"And tell Cindy I'm sorry," Nate said. "Maybe take her out to dinner or something as an apology."
"It sounds like you know women," Alex joked.
"Are you kidding? I've been fifteen years old a few years now. I already know everything." Nate saluted him. "Later."
The ghost faded away, his destination unknown. Alex shook his head as he walked toward the bathroom.
It had already been a crazy morning.
A wall of steam greeted him as he opened the bathroom door. Cindy loved her hot showers. He left the door open so the mirror would clear up. Alex and Cindy had their routine, like any other couple. She always showered first while he shaved.
She was quiet. He enjoyed her lovely silhouette through the curtain as he grabbed his razor. Alex employed the use of his Cindy-senses, trying to read her mood through the silence. Rage? Amusement? Was she still turned on?
"What was his name?" she asked. "Nate?"
"Yeah. I met him last night. He's okay."
"And he followed you here. Should I be expecting more visits from him?"
"I'll talk to him. Lay down the law."
"I don't care if he visits. It's not like we haven't had a hundred ghosts through here already. Just not, you know…when your penis is inside me."
They laughed. Alex was glad to see their halt of passion hadn't soured her mood.
"You looked like a ninja," he said. "Diving across the room like that. I'm going to start calling you Cindy the Ninja Assassin."
"I did not . At least I wasn't pushing my parts all up on the sheets and making tents."
"I don't know. That chest of yours could probably make some nice tents."
" Anyway ," she continued. "Tonight, you owe me a long, nice scream."
"I think I can do that."
"You'd better. How was the case?"
"Fine. I just had to work around another
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