" Are you sure about this?" Never more sure of anything in my life."It had lit a fire in them and after that night they couldn't keep their hands off ...f each other and anytime they found a flat surface it was an invitation to play.They learned together. He learned how to make her scream with his mouth and she learned how to turn him into a limp puddle with hers. They learned what positions gave the most pleasure and which ones the least. That summer was one long sexual odyssey and it continued. I was just finishing installing the new modem and updating some files when the doorbell rang. Mrs. D went to the door and it was the new woman from two doors down asking if Mrs. D had something cold to drink, as she could not get to her fridge the kitchen was littered with boxes. Mrs. D invited her in for ice tea and a chat. I heard her asking Mrs. D about me and she told her I was an excellent tech and my prices were very reasonable especially since she was on a fixed income and could not. This was positively eerie.I got started. First thing I did was start drawing a sort of glow around the ship. I did it with my colored pencils.Then I drew the ship in another panel, sitting calmly and in a sort of protected area, due to the glow I had created. When that was complete, I felt extremely weak and had to sit down for a moment.I breathed in and out and my weakness passed. Wow, I had not been expecting that at all. Now, to figure out why this abandoned ship meant so much to me. I. Belinda also let me read the other stories. I didn’t like the ones with me in them; it was weird reading an ‘I’ and ‘we’ story (ED: We call that First Person Narrative, Roops. BL) where I was getting all of the attention. It’s like having sex with yourself, but not in a good way. To make it up to me, Belinda promised to write me a story where I was the ‘I’ and she was the ‘she’ (ED: A Ghost Written First Person Narrative. BL). “And it will be super hot!” she assures me. We’ll see. This is that.