Six feet tall. Pocky complexion. I corrected myself. Five-eight tops. Miranda was a lot shorter than me. A boy who didn’t look more than 15 looked a...ter Theresa but didn’t move.“And what do you want with me?” Miranda asked. One of the things Pa warned us about was to look first and not try to just jump in and take over our host. He’d got his killed that way. I wasn’t sure Miranda knew I was there yet and I didn’t want to distract her. I did make a subtle suggestion, though and her right foot. But the priest didn’t act like he had detected any disrespect. At the same time, he had the unsettling feeling that the holy man might be making fun of him. It seemed like he was detecting stifled laughter.As if he thought Tommy was wasting his time the priest said, “Say three novenas, my son. Then go out and sin no more.” The booth rocked as Father McGiver stood up.Panicked, Tommy exclaimed, “Wait, Father, WAIT.”The door slid open again. In a huff, the father said, “Be careful about saying too. Anyone who wasn't already circled aroundher came and watched the spectacle as Carol was jumping up and down, only makingthe clip bite harder and harder. She finally settled down and he reached forher left nipple, stroked it hard and released the clip to another, slightlysofter scream. Once she settled down again, Carol carefully counted down five buttons andbuttoned the sixth and seventh ones, leaving a huge amount of cleavage foreveryone to watch. Carol didn't even realize that I was still in. “Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a dismissive hand at the chaos around him. “I’m working on a brand new project and I need all of this cleared away.”“What is,” Ben gestured to the boxes, “ all of this?”“Prototypes, failed experiments…junk, in essence.”This was not unusual. During his youth Mr.