I transferred the athame to a trouser pocket and then put on a sweater Mom had knitted. I went back out and headed straight for my boots. I didn't see...Dad and Andy, but I presumed they were checking the basement."Where in hell are you going?" Mom asked."I'm going to look around outside," I said as I continued dressing. Mom wasn't in any mood to argue, apparently, and turned her attention back to calming Charlie. Mary had an arm around Rich. He wasn't crying, but he looked upset. I pulled on my. . . well, my ghost, at least." Jason jumped back at that. "Um, ghost?" "Well, I am dead, you know." "Of course I know. I'm one of your biggest fans." "That's right," Heather said, a smile crossing her stunning face. "You even sent flowers to my funeral." "How did you know that?" "What are you, a brick? I told you, I'm a ghost. I checked out the cards myself. Just 'cause I'm a ghost doesn't mean I can't read." "I'm sorry," Jason said, blushing. "I didn't mean to doubt you. I'm just finding this. At first that was the only sensation, that of refreshment, but pretty soon i became aware of the feeling of cool water rushing over my pussy lips as i swam. It felt good, really good. Wow, now i know why the girls back in college said that skinny-dipping was such fun. i also understand why those swimming outings always ending in them getting laid. This was exciting. The Boyfriend, who had by then been swimming for some time, found his way to a shallow place to stand and rest his arms. i. I left her there tightly bound, as I uncovered a hole five and a half feet long, three feet wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim couldn't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video camera that had captured her getting raped.I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose..