No, swaggers off, and doesn’t turn around to come back. ‘The rat even took my zucchini!’ I snarl to nobody in particular. ‘Not bad by half. A...d the squash wasn’t bad either.’ A blue haired, stoop shouldered grandma says from my elbow. She hobbles off to check the garlic bulbs. I quietly wonder if the whole world has gone insane. I don’t open the envelope until I get home. Within are pictures of my next-door neighbor in various stages of undress. Most have him stripping out of either a. " No relation to George or Ringo," Lena snickered. The joke was ancient, and often fell flat when people didn't recognize the names."Anyhow, sometime later some of the people around here started calling one of the little hills in the park Pope Hill. Supposedly, that's where he did something." He turned to Lena. "So what about the hill?" There's something there." She said, with a tone of mystery."Yeah. A hill." No. Something more. Something I can sense and communicate with, a little." A ghost?". My heart felt like it wanted to explode out of my chest. This stranger was enjoying my professional dancer girlfriend strip down for him. Kiara is quite a piece of eye candy. Standing at 5’4 with long and strong legs that came from wide hips and an amazing firm ass from a lifetime of exercise for her career. She has a small waist, 34C perky tits and a gorgeous naturally pink lips. Her porcelain like skin frame her soft, greyish green eyes and long, brown hair to her ass. I could imagine her. Late afternoon, I thought WTF and decided to go. According to the details, I could always decline to fuck anyone, although that would mean I'd never be invited again. I showered, washed my hair, shaved my pits, and trimmed and shaved my pussy hair until it looked what I hoped was reasonably respectable. I dressed smart casual as the instructions suggested, packing a change of clothes and a robe and other essentials into an overnight bag.I was so nervous driving to the motel that I had to make a.