She was short and thin, with that wholesome, fresh-scrubbed look."A costume party? No... well, no. But there is a reason for the outfit." She looked d...wn for a second, then back up at me. "There's a story, a legend, I guess, about a girl who was killed back in the nineteen-thirties. She was quite the party girl, and didn't want to give all that up. It seems that from time to time she shows up along Archer and hitches a ride back to the cemetery. And with this being Halloween, well, it seemed. . turn ... wait ... nice..."I did whatever Peter, the photographer, told me to do, but I really wanted to finish my sand castle and I kept going back to it. I had a small pink bucket and a little blue shovel. I was making a tower and pausing every now and again to give the camera my best come-fuck-me look. I'd arch my back and push out my breasts, covering my nipples with one arm and then the other. I let Rita move my hair, arranging it to clothe my tits long enough for a quick flurry of shots,. This carried on for what seemed like an eternity, and I was lost in aworld focused on purely when the next deep pulse would come. I wasshaken from this reverie when I felt her begin to withdraw, slowly andstopping tantalisingly at my exit, and then flaring once deliciouslybefore being pulled out fully. I froze, hoping that I would find myselfentered again, but no."Untie yourself, get off that stool and take off my shoes and stockingson your knees, bitch."Unsteadily I clambered down from the. I thought I had got away with it until she came back with our change and Jane said, "What do you think of my boyfriend's outfit? That skirt suits him doesn't it?" The barmaid stared at me and looked surprised."You got your boyfriend to dress like that? Wow! I'm impressed, he looks great." She gestured at a man serving at the other end of the bar, "I wish I could get my bloke to do the same, look at the state of him."She looked back at me and asked, "What's your name honey?"I was about to reply.