He stayed a while picking book and started going to his room, when he saw a blouse on the floor of the stairs. Maybe from the wash, he thought, but pi...king it up, he noticed that it was warm to the touch, as if someone had just taken it off. Walking further, he heard some strange muffled sounds ahead."It can't be... the ghost?" he whispered to himself, while walking carefully in direction of the noises. He picked more clothes as he went, an apron and a skirt being the next things left on the. . oops! A large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my well-tanned flesh and into the valley between them.That got a soft sigh from the gathered males and a very loud, "Cindy!" What?" I giggled, licking my lips and trying to be serious. "It's not my fault the ice cream is melting!" Alright," Peter sighed and looked at his watch. "Lunch! Quickly people. We're going to set up at the fish market in forty minutes!"The crowd stayed with me, of course, and I wasn't moving. Rita. We were upstairs in one of the bedrooms when Mr. McMahan and Nadine Meriwether arrived early, dressed for work. He helped me carry the mattresses to the dumpster, and Nadine followed us with an armload of clothes that were to be discarded. Charlie came in the house, saying that he would be in the barn, cataloging the automobile parts we’d found in the attic. I asked Nadine to go with him to record the descriptions on my laptop. ‘It’s a good thing I wore pants today, isn’t it?’ she asked. I. It was my dream bike and i had worked extra hours to make up the money to buy this.We used to visit these places on our bikes and as mine drak up the entire tank I used to piggy back on my room mates bikeThis particular sunday, after our noon lunch at the hostel mess. We decided that today we get to KRS and spend the evening there and return late at night. As agreed 6 bikes left the hostel campus and we were 12 of us. A couple of kms away- as if it was gods wanting- four of the bikes conked off.