One fine day in the afternoon, aunty rang our bell and I opened the door for her.She told me “I am going for a bath, but the LPG cylinder guy will b... coming with the replacement. So, can you be at home so that you can open the door for him and get him to replace the cylinder.” I said “no problem aunty. I will surely do it”. So I took my house keys, closed the door and walked into her house.I was sitting in her hall, reading and passing my time waiting for the cylinder guy to come. My aunt went. "That's right Jeff, you're dead."Yet, for some reason, Jeff already knew that. But that did not stop Jeff from panicking. Jeff's spirit dropped to its knees. His soul's hands, almost transparent, reached for his face, then his chest. Jeff wanted to slap himself awake, wanted to give himself CPR, but his spirit could not touch his own body. He grew more frantic. He rose and headed across the living room to the telephone on the wall. But again, his ghostly hands passed through without touching,. "I promise I'll give you all the details." She pledged, flipping me a token dog/sex bone to tease me.She had her nails done in a French Manicure, which of course Phil had said he liked. She went shopping, came back laying her plunder on her bed.She had me pour her a drink and run her bath. I lit the candles in the bath and put on some sexy soft music. I wanted her to already be in a hot mood when she saw him, so I wanted to make the preparation as sexy for her as I could."This is so damned. Lashing rain, howling wind, and the slime of the wet leaves on the path made the walk up to the front door mysterious and exciting.________________Months of chatting online to Cookie had broadened Jellybean’s world. Neither of them had shared their real names, preferring to keep the sweet friendship as simple as possible. During the months of chatting, they had discovered a shared passion for sweet treats, big men, and giggling.Jellybean remembered the night when Cookie had first offered her.