I guess I could be considered a slut. Is that what you wanted to know?" Is that all you think that I should know about you?" I asked. "You've defined ...ourself as a daughter and a sister and a slut. Is there anything else that you want me to know about you? Is that all you think of yourself?" No, I guess that's not all," she said. "I am pretty athletic; I swim and I am a cheerleader. I am also close to the top of my class. I like drama, and I've done plays, but I don't dream of going to. I told her, "You're making me so hot hearing about that Aunty, do you really want to be fucked by two cocks at once?" "Oh yes, Rahul, I've thought about it for a long time I just never had the opportunity before". I decided to go all the way and asked her " Aunty, how would like for me and Rajesh to fuck you?" Her eyes wandered for a second pondering the question and then a smile started to form across her lips. "I think I want that...I want that a lot." Then she held me close and kissed me. We cast images of perceptions beyond the surface of ‘things’ to impart an understanding of ‘spirit’ and with each description the allegory to suffice becomes something unique. The reason for this is because the ghost or spirit is no longer marking a place in time and singular imagery is inadequate. That larger essence is not bound by focal blinders so it occupies a greater breath than our senses can comprehend. Once in the nebulous spirit mold, these ghosts can, and do, live in more than one. The machine was still thrumming but the helmet had fallen away. She looked down at the pad. No additional writing. She wrote, 'Please write what you want to say to me' and then ducked under the helmet again.Again, she found herself sitting up without the helmet. There was additional writing on the pad, and the handwriting was similar to her own, but there were noticeable differences: 'I'm Heidi. How the fuck are you doing this?'Using this bizarre note-passing method, going in and out of the.