I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn't left ...et and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish. After fifteen minutes that doorbell rang and I flew to open it. Brad was in his usual t-shirt, board shorts, flip flops look. He was holding a fairly large cardboard box and I assumed that it was heavy. He gave me a tight bear hug and carried the box upstairs. Moments later, he came back down with a sheet of paper and a pen. ‘Read and sign this, if you agree, we can start.’ Start what? The writing on the sheet of paper answered my question. ‘I, Isabelle Chan, am willing to be Brad O’Donnell’s. Emily simply appeared before her nude. Her clothes having vanished with a thought. “Don’t be afraid. I will not hurt you,” Emily whispered, “Kiss me, Carrie. I have not felt touch in so long.” Drawn to the beautiful, ghostly woman, Carrie embraced her. She was just as warm as Colt, or even herself. The fear that had rose so sharply left her, just as rapid. Carrie marveled at the softness of her skin. She felt like velvet. Taking Emily’s face into her hands, Carrie touched her lips to Emily’s. Eines Abends kam ich in die Wohnung, meine Mitbewohnerin hieß Rebecca. Es war spät am Freitagabend. Ich war in der Bibliothek gewesen, um mich auf meine Prüfungen am nächsten Montag vorzubereiten. Im Wohnzimmer war ein kleines Licht zu erkennen, der Fernseher lief, aber von Rebecca keine Spur. Ich dachte, sie sei eingeschlafen und hatte vergessen, den Fernseher auszuschalten. Ich ging zurück in mein Zimmer, welches neben Rebeccas Zimmer lag. Licht brannte in unseren beiden Zimmern und Rebeccas.