. and with my heart thumping so loud I was afraid others could hear it, I would once again be with Mandy. I got there early and spent a few minutes ta...king to Professor Jackson . . . as he preferred to be addressed . . . looking over the syllabus with him. He had highlighted several subjects that he wanted to make sure . . . in my small sessions . . . that I would remember to go over with my students. Then Mandy entered the room with a few friends laughing and then walked over to the two seats. Suddenly the mist took the form of a man. He had no features, no clear outline, but he radiated evil in a way that I'd never conceived.The dying man on the bed began to scream, "NO!!" and cursing with words that made my ears burn. Then there were hands reaching out to the dying man, seemingly from thin air, clutching, clawing, grabbing, and pulling; blackened hands, skeletal hands, corpse hands, drawing the dying man to the figure of the dark man in the mist. The screams were hideous.Then there. Oh, enjoy! the angel cheered in my mind. Please use it to keep Sky in line. You can do it. I believe in you! Keep her from ruining all those marriages and turning MILFs into sluts like you.I blushed for a moment. I was a slut, but... I had a cock. I could fuck my daughter now. I could slide into her pussy. This had to keep her attention wholly on me. How could she resist this big dick thrusting from my crotch? She couldn’t. She had to fall to her knees and love her mommy. Just suck on my big. "Who said that, show yourself." His voice trembled."My name is Emily, and I'm afraid I can't show myself."It was definitely a woman's voice. "You're a ghost? The woman I saw inthe mirror?" No, and yes. I'm not a ghost. At least I don't think I am a ghost. Yes,I was held captive by the mirror. You released me somehow. I... I waslost, then I felt you touching the glass. I could feel your loss." Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Mark got up and looked around thehouse, turning on lights.