It was my first actual date after all the time I had been alone at home.She looked gorgeous in her black dress. It enhanced her hips and her perfectly...sized breasts to make her look a different person than the one I had met. She wore no makeup at all. And I remember thinking, oh my, she could be my daughter! (who is also 28, btw) That felt weird because it actually excited me! Even worse, I liked feeling that way! Some people I know would say "seriously, Jean, you have issues".I was also. He was going to stay there as my tiny studio flat didn't have a spare bed or even a sofa to sleep on.The following day on a Saturday evening, I took him out into town to show him around my favourite haunts. It was nearly Christmas, so a lot of my old friends were back home visiting their folks and going out for a knees-up in town. Leandro tagged along and we went from pub to pub before going to my favourite on the high street, where my brother and his mates were holed up. Shortly after I had. "What do you mean?" I asked."Well there are three of them," she said. "I might not be able to handle all three of them." Since when?" I asked laughing.GregThe next morning I woke up and called Penny first thing. She didn't pick up her phone which told me that she was still asleep. After all of the excitement she'd had the previous day at the amusement park, I'd kind of expected her to sleep in. I left a message telling her that I loved her and went to work.My morning was the same as always.. " I whispered. The Second Man nodded and approached the bed.I could feel her ghost shift. She was rootless now that I had experienced--and accepted the burden of her death. She was a blank slate, ready for her final experience. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more.His touch was as gentle as a lover's as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. He plucked a.