She had another life now, she was happy with her work and her animals and her writing. She was very lucky. She took a deep breath and let it out agai... slowly. It must be the moon, making her so emotional. It would be good to spend time in the moonlight. She’d been so busy lately finishing the last draft of her book she’d not spent any quiet time in meditation. That was it, she’d wait until her visitor was asleep then go upstairs to her ‘inner sanctum’. CHAPTER TWO: Ghosts Allan woke with a. The minister's wife had gathered a coven of a dozen females around her that doted on her smile and slightest whim. They were ready to perform for her at an instant's notice and generally neglected to wear any undies in order to be on the ready for her special needs whenever she crooked her little finger. Jane's spouse was blissfully unaware of the change in his wife's personal lifestyle. He did notice that her appearance had changed from her usual bland and mousy always in the background look. ‘You need to loosen up.’ That really confused me, so I looked up with at tilt of the head and an eyebrow raise. What the hell was he talking about? ‘Come on, you know I’m right.’ He muttered as he got near my face, only to pull out a bottle of vodka from behind his back, smirking a little bit. ‘Stop working for just a bit and lets loosen up, shall we?’ I wanted to say no, because what could go right in this situation? But I simply agreed, nodding my head as he handed me a glass and poured one. But this week was special though, as it was his 85th birthday today. Bill had Alzheimer’s and remembered little and almost never recognized us. Every visit he would call us by someone in his history's name. Sometimes it was funny as he often mistook Linda for his deceased wife Betty or some old girlfriend. I would giggle when he would do this and grab Linda's ass, or her boobs or make some lewd suggestion. Today was one of those days. He thought Linda was Betty. When Linda reminded him today.