Bruce had me warn you."Gloria glared at him. "Bruce?s a ghost too. He?s the one who trapped ushere. If we don?t get my recorder to the real world, we?...l become ghostsourselves. Never able to take off these ghostly clothes off each otherbody." But-," Steve began. His thin legs were almost too weak to stand. "Hewarned us about the Ghost School." He was just trying to get me to join you!" Gloria persisted."We really wanted to tell you," a girl at Steve?s table interrupted. "Wejust didn?t want to. Her swinging Booty in yoga pants, loud echo of her feet in flip-flops. Their eyes moving hungrily over her healthy curves. Feasting on her cleavage. Drinking her in.Young black males lusting for your wife. You clench your fists.They look at you through narrowed eyes and cocky grins. Your wife is too good for you. They know it. You know it. Long hair, full breasts, wide hips. Too good for you.Look down at that small white penis in your hand while you jack off. Short. Pale. Matted with pubes and. She turned, pulling the curtain back and looking into the sleeper. Standing up she went into the sleeper and stretched out on the bunk. "You want some company?" she asked. "You don’t have to do that." "You bought me dinner," she smiled at me. "Besides, you being all alone doesn’t seem all that much fun." I stood up and walked back into the sleeper and laid down next to her, and pulled her close to me. I gave her a deep wet kiss. She did not disapprove or try to pull away. Holding her with my. A whole quarter-hour she sat curbside down the block from his apartment, letting the minutes tick through to eight o’clock. On the hour she locked the car, then clicked her way self-consciously through severe chill to the apartment complex where she knew he’d be waiting. Already as she summoned the courage to rap briskly on his door, moisture was seeping through the crotch of her panties. He let her wait until her fingers were curling resentfully for a second knock. It wasn’t more than twenty.